While on a trail of dirt and rock
Leading us to lifeblood pools
Look high into the endless sky
At the dark and menacing clouds.
The lightning strikes the very path
That we are destined to travel
It starts to rain like tears from Heaven
Falling on the trail of lifeblood
Making mud and mixing with rock
It yields a potent concoction
Strong enough to block our path
But never lasting forever,
Because the Spirit finds a way,
To bypass any obstruction.
The breeze of life supports our weight,
To triumph at every trial.
First place in Gael, Spring of '94 for poetry
Published in A Voyage to Remember in 1996
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