The spectacular Wicklow Mountains are a maze of narrow chute and ladder roadways... |
PRAYERS IN THE WICKLOW MOUNTAINS Ascending steep inclines Higher...higher Roads that twist and wind like an open air maze The heavens aspire to greatness But these mountains are a formidable contender A high spire on the top of the loftiest peak Gracing the tallest apostolic church in Ireland Not the modern marvel of technology it is thought Do not forget God allows what He will... Not intimidated initially Lighthearted ascention into bliss Reveling in it...reaching for it... Anticipating the climb The blue skies...the warm day Tempting Inviting Tantelizing Sheep grace unaffected by their position Kneeling at the steps of Heaven But then night began to fall No destination reached Poor dead lamb by the side of the road Burned out chariots Skies darkening Roads narrowing Options rapidly fleeing Crying out to God Show me the path...a light...the way... Then the descent As if into Hell itself Through the slow agonizing process of limbo Winding... Winding down... Down into the depths No respite for the weary No place on the side of the road No turning back Byways now wide enough for only one to pass Road narrowing even more Descending into the abyss of Never When Enniskerry reached The tears flow in gratitude Night has fallen My humility is great... |