June Poem of the Month 

 Paraig Mcneil June poem of the montnPine – by Paraig MacNeil

Grandeur’s old scene that thrills me still,
O’ dewy gleam on winter hills,
Unruly dreams yet chilled me till they had their spoil.

I kent those climes; on seeing back;
The scent o’ pine on shieling track.
My legs like hinds on eerie crags o’ Aberfoyle.

Through hail-like blast to August scorch,
True prayer I cast, when a’ was lost,
Your care at last, with promised, shortened all my toil.

A healing breeze at last becalmed;
The trees o’ field then clapped their hands.
An easy peace then smashed by bands, on native soil.

Far better worth than race or group,
Your gentle words o’ grace and truth,
O’ mercy, love, repaired and soothed, with gladness oil.

Your spirit now lives deep within,
And filled with power; revealed to win;
No guilt this hour; redeemed from sin: the foe to foil.

What e’er befalls, is not yet clear,
But when I call, I know you’ll hear:
May I e’er recall these moments dear, in world’s turmoil.