From Beyond the Myst

I’m remembering a time - when the rocks and trees were honoured

In harmony we walked the bogs – in times they now call old

We sat upon the emerald green, while the myst embraced – stories were told

Diamonds glistened just off the shore – lit by the sun that shone like gold

Before the priests stood at their pulpits preaching

Bards through heart and harp strings reaching

Spirit heard while birds – in flight were screeching

Each glen & lough – whispering through the wind – it’s teaching

Hidden not lost – behind the veil

View upon bended knee – will reveal the trail

Those of humble heart – will receive the grail

Mystical transcription to be read by the soul like Braille

Sired, then raised away – by a foreign hand

Where then lie my roots  – my ancestral brand?

No claim stated – through lines drawn in the sand

Instead through my heart calls out the land

A different light, shines on - the cards  - been dealt

Something ancient awakes – demanding to be felt

Though many still will judge a man - by the colour of his  “pelt”

My soul aligns – within my chest resides – the heartbeat of a “Celt”