Anchors of old lie cold beneath stone
Above them all choristers sing, carolling
Leathered toes can’t stop the rot
The feeling, frozen, finds it’s way
Tendrils through cracks in the flooring
Into the soles of those listening
Boring
A tangible thought
A fleet feeling
Sparks fly but I stand grounded
In days gone by
History never on my side
But still
In Rhyme
I hide
Remember my bones anchor the stones
And Awen will always reside.
Come celebrate, baptize and marry away
But it is my spirit you ride
(End)
by Sam J Harris written June 2023 regarding holy springs/wells, druidism, anchor usage and churches.
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