I ponder on this world of men
The dreams they string on fraying rope,
While sitting in the Faerie's Glen,
Small sprites that wing from faith to hope.

There is a place below the hills
Which dips beneath and out of view,
With sloping rocks and greens that spill,
Small leaves that stretch from roots to dew.

I see it in the ewe who climbed
the steepest rocky crag again
and in her coat, it lies entwined:
the hope that fills the Faerie's Glen.

I wonder at this world of strength,
so simple to forgive the pain
Afforded all who live the length
And breadth and fall and rise again.

Such musings on this world of men,
The dreams they string on fraying hope,
Resigning still to love again
And soar from love to faith to hope.

While sitting in the Faerie's Glen,
I ponder on this world of men.

Faerie's Glen, Isle of Skye, Scotland. September 2007.