The Winter sun
The Winter sun sits low on Carnsore Point
It hides behind the ragged hedgerows
Coming free to warm the grateful grass
Uncertain when the frost may come.
The wind is down but the turbines turn
A quiet act of worship in the light blue sky
The silence covers the dewy meadows
An hour of peace and grateful
For this day serene, for this peaceful evening
No special feast just an ordinary day
Of grace and goodness that transcends
Our baby troubles of the hour.
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