An earlier dawn we saw coming
To go acquire one more steed
For to launch into further adventure
More engine and seats did we need
We journeyed south to Wicklow
Glendalough, valley of the two lakes
Surrounded by green, every corner
Our souls to creation, awakes
The roots of St. Kevin’s order
Shapes both the landscape and myth
Beholding the beauty and history
And the hand of the one I came with
Round tower and old leaning gravestones
A deer quietly munching on greens
The ruins of churches like castles
And we, their new kings and queens
A kingdom which time has abandoned
Remembered, and calling us back
Through labyrinths and stories of prayer
To slow down and see where we lack
For though we have constant connection
So often we miss living Word
Confusing our constant scrolling
For the Love He desires be heard
A slow winding coffee-filled journey
Back to the city we came
To simmer in family’s presence
In their welcome, we were entertained
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