Continuing adventures of St Feichín of Omey:
St Feichín Takes His Followers To Omey
Feichín in the wooded Glen of Fore
declared that men must shun trees,
‘for’, said he, ‘sinners thrive where rain
does not flay the hides of men.’
‘Let us go to Omey
where trees have shrivelled to stone,
where thorns are the sea driven ahead of wild winds
and skies of gorse will
lash our backs.
Let us go far from trees who throw their shade on our repentance.’
So they built
their monastery on the island
where the winds
rode in on the dragons of the ocean,
where the rains
fell incessantly, nails, even out of a clear
winter’s night
and their
ears rang with the booming of souls drowning in eternity.
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