Cold stone and winter breath,
Reflect the waning moon and platinum frost
A chorus of partridge, pheasant
Handsome blackbird and melodious thrush
with robin and rook – sing the psalmists ancient flood*
Creations song, their instinctive blood.
Strong earth soaks in red mornings yawn,
With altar and candle paints
Tears of affection at creations fiery dawn,
The mighty angels and my friendly saints
Micheal’s strong arm and Patrick’s shield,
Columba’s command to be alone
Calls the white doe to dance upon the winter field
In ebbing darkness and moorland snow.