Ascension To Curtlestown Poem by Bernard Kennedy

Summer sunny sunday solstice,
ascending, early to mass going faith filled,
climber of God's place temple.
The valley at Glencree lit by morning sun,
forest, and space to grow, more green,
single houses, sheep may safely graze,
lit by divine light this time.
No still snow caps sliding, nor rain lash,
nor brooding clouds, but cycle, climb, bleat,
sound upward morning early.

Then we break bread and share cup,
and meet, at sacred space,
where Moses removed sandals on Holy ground?
Sinai, Tabor transfiguration,
Horeb gentle breeze,
and God comes
in the confection, between heaven and earth,
we lift up our eyes.
And then descent- all into view as before us
the landscape shines, now blessed,
as if having met God.
Only bright blue sky lit
heaven's skylight
and then heaven bound.