The Yew of Muckross

Some trees are more than wood and leaves - they are guardians, standing long after the walls built around them have crumbled to moss. This ancient yew grows at the very heart of Muckross Abbey’s cloister, its roots tangled in centuries of prayer, and silence. Ancient Yew Tree that has grown in that spot from … Continue reading The Yew of Muckross

No Gate Left to Open

Today's Poem became more of an extra workout mentally as I expected, there was a lot of rewrites and all to fit a vision. I Hope and pray that this has worked out and folks enjoy this read. Note: This Poem was born from a vision of a Love that lasted beyond life. It tells … Continue reading No Gate Left to Open