Many’s the fainthearted <br />Full of fear and fright <br />Guided from dark danger <br />By the calling bell and light <br /> <br />Some are the downtrodden <br />Seeking to find their way <br />Some are the lost forgotten <br />Journeying out to pray <br /> <br />Others seek the hallowed ground <br />To stand where Kevin stood <br />To walk by the lake where Kevin walked <br />To the Saint’s cell in the wood <br /> <br />Most are good God fearing <br />Knowing right from wrong <br />Longing to touch the hermits hem <br />To grow in the hermits song <br /> <br />Longing to touch the hermits hem <br />To rest in the sanctuary found <br />To grow in the way of the hermits step <br />In Glendalough Holy ground <br /> <br />To grow in the way of the hermits step <br />To find in themselves again <br />The simple truth of quiet content <br />The core of self, the inner being <br />The honest look, that way of seeing <br />The hermits gift, the hermits tranquil way <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Martin Swords Oct.2009<br /><br />Martin Swords<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hermitage-2/
