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I have walked where the salmon run...
I was not looking for water that fell
When I was small I stood on top of all the highest hills.
In awe I saw, rows, of houses. searching for my thrills.
I stared across the river, beyond the mountain range
So many people still, asleep. How strange.
I passed waterfalls on my way,
But I was not looking for water that fell.
I was looking for something, maybe
The other end of hell…
High, higher highest...
I've seen how the Clyde met the Irish Sea.
How the Atlantic joined the North
The Pacific through another canal
But not to the Firth of Forth.
And Mountains. High, higher highest...
Further away, another ocean more seas,
another mountain, the Barrier Reef, the Great Divide.
A pilgrimage back to the Angel Isle, the Cora Linn,
Bonnington Weir and back once again
to where it all began, the falls of the Clyde.
Salmon, some people and waterfalls...
I read, I listened to the psalms and the scriptures.
I saw some people, waterfalls and even salmon,
running their own path. My Chapel, Ben Ime.
Majestic Arrochar Alp is now, where anyone can go.
To enjoy the sun, brave the midge
or wade through thigh high snow.
I was chasing something else...
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 just, looking for myself.
© jo3m 2024😉
Are you looking for some CLARITY
Interested
Are you looking for something else but don't know what that is...
What brought you here
That's right you don't believe in all of that stuff do you?
Take the next step. And, that is up to you...
Let it RAIN...
