By Dave Kavanagh
In the mist above St Kevin’s bed I chanced upon a still reflective pool
I stoop to scoop up some water there, crystal clear and sweetly cool
And on the edge a boulder round, tempted me to sit and rest
Before I hiked on over mountains on my journey to the west.
On my pilgrimage of searching, seeking simple truth to conquer fears
And a way to live a useful life so not waste my working years
Above the pool a willow grew and on her branches autumn drooping leaves
Falling one by one upon the pond as she sang softly to the shifting breeze
Each leaf that fell, though gently, disturbed the perfection of that silver plain
Until ripples broke upon the bank and the pond was still and calm again.
Then I sensed with me a presence warm, a loving hand resting gentle on my head
And fancied a faint whispering and I heard then the words he said
“Watch” he bade me urgently “And heed the lesson I reveal
And spread the word of love to all that the faiths and sects can heal”
So I sat in silence waiting and watched as each leaf fell
And I saw the ripples forming, hoped to see then the secrets they could tell.
And each leaf that struck the surface formed ripples across the quiet calm
And the echoes of the striking spread from shore to shore its gentle harm
Then I felt the guiding hand again as my eyes and mind began to clear
And I felt the ghost of love beside me caused neither shock nor fear
With his gentle urgent bidding and certain in his love for me
My mind came clear and knowing and a simple truth I came to see
As each leaf fell on the water, its impact led to gentle strife
And spreads slowly through the world of water bringing turmoil to that life.
And as the understanding and the import of this lessen settled in my mind
I saw clear then for just a moment his face smiling and kind
I felt the presence of his love move slowly through the mountain air
And in wonder I stood again to look about the wonder strewn there
I took that day the lesson that love taught me by a silver pond
And I carry it forever and live my life by its accord
For each action and decision in my ever changing day
I count the cost in ripples, and give out no more than I can in kind pay.
© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com