I am the victim of a conquered world, a hitch-hiker with a belt made of rope, a swimmer gliding through the waters of desire and discipline, a juggler of necessity, flesh and freedom, the eyes that cut like a razor, the bird that soars above the spell of the streets, the potter who turns the wheel to fashion the clay, the heart of the lover that forgives all sins, the eyes of the artist that catch the light and the voice of the poet that breaks the silence.
I am the days of labour, creation and rest, the days of choice between the blind tearing of flesh and the prayers of faith. I am the mind of the philosopher-prophet that creates substance from shadows and the hands of the sculptor that give meaning to stone.
I am no other than the hymn of the human soul, the harmony of the indwelling sphere of the heart of love. My song casts out fear and darkness and sheds the bright, soft light of hope upon the face of all who turn towards me.
I am a moon traveller, a lover of mercy, a stranger standing in an open doorway.
Bernard McVeigh
. Just as Katrin, I love it, just love it, too... for all the same reasons and more, which I know is true with her, too.
