The Way of the Cross

There is a Cross on Bray Head.
And today, Good Friday, many will climb up to it.
Here is a poem I wrote on a May morning after my climb there.

The Way of The Cross 

In and out through the bright May gorse

Camera shutter opening and closing

Birds click their wings protecting

their young. I climb steadily

upwards.

Silence where the path snakes

to a bend -Where You stand

Awesome - Head-bowed pilgrims

at your feet.

I descend through coconut scented gorse

to the place where turquoise shallow begins

And stones, like prayers, rise to Heaven -

Pilgrims’ petitions on their Way

to the Cross.

Copyright with Cathy Leonard 2016