the simple ones that lift my heart beneath the local hedgerows.

And this year I had bluebells from the start,

some from beside the spring where I draw water.

Out on the Path I had to be more patient.

I knew that they would come in their own time – they always do!

These short pale ones were the first to lift their heads.

One week later these brave soldiers took to the high part of the Path.

And now as May is wearing out the carpet near St Brigid’s Well unrolls.

Teaching me patience, they were worth the wait.

Fr La Flynn

28 May 2021