Soul self Come what may leave comfort-room to
room in while there is still sky and fresh air
to breathe Draw light out of the deep darkness
Draw peace and joy out of the rolling hills
out of the song of sparrows out of the
Wicklow mountains where cool crystal streams run
into rivers that flow down to the sea
No more grope around for a smile a warm
word or a charitable kiss Before
times unforeseen close in let me loll in
the leisure of love’s good fortune Be no
more jaded or wrung out poor Jackself by
life’s sweet sorrows When I was a child I
wept like a child
For pity’s sake enough!
John Lyons
Gerard Manley Hopkins
The mind has mountains
What gives shape to a life
the physical features
the scuttling back and forth
the hills climbed
the seas in which we bathed
the dry dust of different cities
different arrays of stone
and in the distance mountains
and deep valleys
our bodies ever changing
growing and adapting
and ultimately ageing
and all the while
the emotional features
shaping our feelings
our hopes and dreams
ideas of romance
ideas of love
ideas of achievement
as we reconcile
to almost inevitable
failures and count
our blessings
Hopkins wrote
of the topography
of the mind
that rollercoaster
of the inner life
the one we live
silently to ourselves
knowing that we are
our own deepest
mystery : easier
to know another
to see through
the pretences
the subterfuges
concocted
out of fear : and yet
the truth
will aways out
Hopkins who clung
to the precipice of faith
by his fingertips
who feared the darkness
into which his heart
might one day plunge
John Lyons