Song for the Old Year
Redemption comes at such a cost
Freezing winds off the Irish sea
Blow me away from hearth and home
At such a cost , loss pressing upon loss –
Yet still the winter-birds sing,
Seemingly so carelessly,
And yet we know it costs them their whole life
To fly this way and sing and eat and build and build
Yet still this merely human, this body framed of earth,
Cannot scrape away the curse of discontent:
Sitting solid as a rock, squatting squarely
On the chest where a bird would build a nest
Then fly high high into the blue skies of summer
So far, far away from my deep and dark complacency.
Freezing winds off the Irish sea
Blow me away from hearth and home
At such a cost , loss pressing upon loss –
Yet still the winter-birds sing,
Seemingly so carelessly,
And yet we know it costs them their whole life
To fly this way and sing and eat and build and build
Yet still this merely human, this body framed of earth,
Cannot scrape away the curse of discontent:
Sitting solid as a rock, squatting squarely
On the chest where a bird would build a nest
Then fly high high into the blue skies of summer
So far, far away from my deep and dark complacency.
John Marks
Sun 1st Jan 2023 20:53
Thank you and all the best for 2023 Stephen & Uilleam.
....and remember to forget the troubles of the past....