She Walks Not the Paths I Find Familiar
She walks not the paths I find familiar
Underfoot clear ground and sound stone
That I have walked heretofor in life
Foot worn slabs trod often and alone.
She walks the paths of the briars and the shadows
Where rocks to trip exist and mud to slip
Path of the raw nature of those of Eden
With only Divine planted Vines on which to grip.
Lest I fall, fall deeply, risk getting hurt
Should I broken, at the bottom of this abyss be found
Having misjudged my step, through dreams more than planned steps
Came foul of the Garden of Edens rough ground.
Photo: Bog at Edenmore, Ballinamuck, Co. Longford