This Too Shall Pass
On Friday my sister passed away after a relatively short illness. It was a very powerful reminder of how fragile life can be…
I wrote this poem several years ago, seated beneath a giant bell that faces a local graveyard.
For Whom The Bell Tolls
Seagulls scream overhead,
Above the mighty bell,
While Inis Caorach lies silent,
Between two stone walls,
In Loving Memories fill my gaze,
Of a dear wife and mother, husbands, daughters, sons…
Short sacred memories of infants and newborn,
Sarah, Peter, Rose and John,
Con, Connie, Cornelius,
Lie beneath Celtic Crosses or marble standing stones,
Inishal, Crohy Boyle, Bunawack,
Derrydruel, Milltown and Craghey,
No townland remains untouched,
One inscription says it all,
“For whom the bell tolls, the bell of the Angelus, remind me of ye.”
Brigid P. Gallagher is a retired natural medicines therapist, passionate organic gardener and author of “Watching the Daisies- Life lessons on the Importance of Slow,” a holistic memoir dedicated to the art of mindfulness and healing from debilitating illness.
She lives in Donegal, Ireland – an area of outstanding natural beauty.
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Categories: Grief, Death and Dying