18 minutes that could transform your life...
When I was small I stood on top, all the highest hills.
In awe I saw, rows upon rows, of houses.
I stared across the river, range upon range of mountains.
So many people still, asleep.
I passed waterfalls on my way, to the tops of these mountains.
I was not looking for water that fell. I was looking for.
I saw how one river met the Irish Sea.
How the Atlantic met the North Sea
and the Pacific through yet another canal.
Each Mountain revealed more.
High, higher highest...
Far away, another ocean more seas. More mountains,
more, more, more. The Barrier Reef, the Great Divide.
A pilgrimage to the Angel Isle, the Cora Linn, Bonnington Weir and back again to
the falls of the Clyde. I was looking for,
I read, I listened to the psalms and the scriptures.
I saw some people, waterfalls and even salmon,
running their own path.
A Chapel, Ben Ime. A majestic Arrochar Alp is now,
where anyone can go. To enjoy the sun, brave the midge
and wade through thigh high snow.
I go there often to ease my mind because mountains are not built,
to dock our ships, little lost bhoys or harbour Catholic guilt.
I was never chasing waterfalls. I was chasing something else.
I was looking for something. I always had been.
I was just, looking for myself.
© jo3m 2021😉