The Mass Rock Poem by Margaret O Driscoll
The Mass Rock
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Primroses grow by the old stone steps that lead on to a secluded rock
In that quiet glen in Penal Times
a priest prayed there with his flock
On Sundays and on feast days
by the stream the faithful knelt
At the rock altar the priest offered mass
Head bowed in prayer heartfelt
Thursday, April 21, 2016
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8/25/2026 1:53:33 PM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
They still survive to this day, lovely poem Margaret
Thank you Dan, yes, lovely peaceful secluded places!
Yes, was at Timoleague recently, it inspired me to wrote this, thanks Dan!