Sanctuary Bells Poem by Mark Heathcote

Sanctuary bells ring out all over the bars of Dublin.
Boys, there is a sanctuary here to take away your blues.
And you'll sleep as if you're in the fields of Galway Bay.
Ankle deep in the North Atlantic Ocean,
Listening to Seraphin, who lived and died years ago.
But you can see clearly in the clouds today.
The bulk of yesterday was in the dewy, green-eyed grass.

There's a sober goal you thought was always a dream
A rainbow that rips through a seam.
And uncovers a vein of gold above the stars.
A second act, a second chance that takes care of your soul.