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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Thursday, July 13, 2006
    In Pennant Melangell
     
    Breathe in.
    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.