Driftwood
The God’s must create
As we must breath to live
And so it was with Odin
Who felt the urge of humankind to be
And seeing the form of man and woman
In ash and elm driftwood
Called upon his brothers
Vili and Vé to bring into being
Ask and Embla
The first of all people
Whose children
Deep in their souls have a longing
To be carried by wind tide and wave
To far off shores
And hidden glades
Driftwood hearts seeking sanctuary
In sacred places
Wherein the gifts of tranquillity
Peace and silent beauty
Replenishes their humanity
In a hidden corner of Ireland
On her wild South-Western shore
There is a place
Where driftwood gathers
It is a place that whispers to the sacredness
Of our very being and urges us to live
Paul T Dillon