Could there be an image more redolent
of the true majesty of these isles?
We are minded of the church at Kilpeck
with its famous and resplendent Sheelagh…
The fact that we had failed to get here
last time, or had been prevented,
seems indicative of a grace earned
which graces never are…
More accurately, perhaps, of a labyrinth trod,
blindfold from beginning to end,
with only child-like, inner promptings, as guide…
There’s even a ‘Merlin’ shuffling about
his ‘questing beast’,
leashed, for walkies.
It is now.
The chalice is gravid to hold,
snug to the hand-cusp,
the water clear,