In memory of Manchán Magan
My candle flickers against a backdrop
of white beam shaking its boughs
Trees toss and bow all over Ireland
doors rattle and the wind roars
We are battered by the 99 shades of rain
that he spoke of,
and still one sun shines
It is no wonder, we say,
for a great soul is passing
His transition would be brief, he foretold
He asked for no blessings the last time he spoke
But here we are
lighting candles, whispering prayers, remembering
wishing him God speed on his way home
Go dtéir
slán,Manch
Copyright 2025 Cathy Leonard
