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notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK
Thursday, July 13, 2006In Pennant Melangell
Her gravity holds us. Hush. Her thought
gives us a world - breathe out -
where insects move like juggernauts.
Breathe in. We swim
to drown, Melangell, in your breath
which drags us from our land-bound doubt
towards you. Out...Breathe out...Breathe out...
- part of a poem by Gwyneth Lewis, and me pictured taking the air in one of my favourite places, a beautiful valley saturated in one of my favourite stories. Day retreat earlier this week.