Vigil- Attracta Fahy

I walk a vigil to my parish, over the five fairy forts, climb church stiles that once led believers to Mass. Four paths, through fields to the 17th century church, hidden amongst overgrowth, bramble, briar, whitethorn, and clump. Only faint outlines of stone, hidden in ruin: time’s watermark. Walls speak in silence, our history, famine,… Continue reading Vigil- Attracta Fahy