The jackdaws caw and do not care that for a moment we allowed ourselves to dream. Do they look out across the waters they do not allow themselves to visit and wonder, still, and dream, too? In the chapel we are invited to pray, as if in the hush of contemplation you might hear something other than the thoughts you yourself offer up. But hush, now, and listen, as if there, in the midst of the dream, the answer might come. The still, small voice you are perhaps not too deaf yet to hear. The narrower way you might yet give yourself leave to follow.
JM Summers is an IT Consultant, blogger, and busy father of three. Previous publication credits include Another Country from Gomer Press, Borderlines, Blithe Spirit and Presence. He is the former editor of a number of small press magazines. He has published one book, Niamh, a collection of prose and poetry.
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