Patrick Kavanagh


Untitled (Joan Russell)

Joan Russell
Accept this clay vessel
As a token
Of the unspoken.

You will find sin
But also you
May find what is true
And good 
To be understood
And pray
At the end of day
With your pure heart
For him who walked apart
On the hills
Loving life's miracles
Of stone and grass
And the ecstatic caress
Of wind in the face.
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