Sunday 25 February 2018

The beguines

NIW - Poetry - Martin Burke

And I think of them, the beguines

Those soft-footed women in their cobbled enclosures

Their ardent prayers, their calm assurance

The sense of that which is holy being tangible to them

Who called themselves to their vocation

Much as a poet or mason would --

Addressing the stone, freeing the stone

Then returning to the silence of the workplace

As if everything and nothing had happened.

Irish Independent

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