Old Conna Poem by Adrian Taheny

On Easter Sunday morning
Changing time brings
Longer days and a great
Stretch in the evenings.


Framed between Bray Head
And Dun Laoghaire, the Bay
Sleeps, awaiting a resurrection
And I feel privileged.


Slowly, surely clouds part
And shafts of light
Pierce the waters, gently.
Soon it will be morning


I watch distracted as
More and more light pours
Through heavenly clouds, until
Reflection blinds this sinner.


Sugarloaf, Bray, sleeping devotees.
The Holy Ghost is here
And I am all alone in appreciation.
Surely this is Heaven on Earth.