Today we are delighted to share two poems by Polly Paton-Brown, whose work we intend to share with you via our podcast soon. Her spiritual journey has taken her into deep connection with the wild,
Polly put these two poems together at a talk she gave recently, and we think they flow beautifully from yesterday’s post.
The Call comes from beyond the stone walls
Walls that have the echoes of prayers
Written into them
Beyond the carved images
Which moss and lichen reverence and tenderly
watch over
The call comes
In the harsh cry of the crow
Beyond the boundary
Into the woods
Where tumbled down walls
Are greened once again
and the three leaved clover shows the Trinity’s face.
Scrambling over mossy boulders and tangled tree roots
I sit
Breathe in the Presence
Yield to the washing of the rain
The benediction of the trees
Sister wind sighs over me
Singing her hallelujahs
‘Holly, Holy Holy is this place”I feel at peace here, amongst the trees
Surrounded by ferns and birdsong.
I feel called beyond the walls
And though my heart be touched by the carvings in stone
My soul is called to something more ancient.
My blood and cells recognise a kinship with
the greenwood
My choir, the song of blackbird and wren
My call to prayer
The beating of my own heart.
