The Visit

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Recently, I had the pleasure of welcoming one of my five brothers to Bealtaine Cottage.

Felim had visited very briefly once before, some years back, but this visit was different…something here, on this sacred little piece of Ireland, connected with him.

The energy that thrives here and the sheer joy of the living Mother Nature around him, touched his soul.

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Felim spoke little about his feelings at the time, but this week I received a poem he wrote, inspired by Bealtaine Cottage.

I have decided to share it with you, for it truly expresses an awakening deep in the heart of one who now “gets it!”

Here it is…

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BEALTAINE COTTAGE

A bruised and battered Mother Earth,

Driven to despair by the dearth

Of man’s ignorance of her needs,

Has found a nursery for her seeds

In the soil of this marshy slope.

Here she flourishes in hope-

In this arboreous pottage

Known as Bealtaine Cottage.

Three acres of managed landscape

Has reversed the ruminant rape

Of her natural rotation,

Restoring her to propagation,

Awarding her the well-earned fame

Which we once granted to her name.

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Now a nurturing Mother Earth

Displays the grandeur of her worth:

A forest of young varied trees

Offer feasting to hungry bees;

Small seeds imported from distant shores

Grow to saplings, their hopeful spores

Pollinated, sowing new birth

Within the womb of Mother Earth.

Their young branches shiver and shake

As birds alight, eager to make

Their own claim to the budding feast-

A bounty that will never cease.

At dawn each day, this feathered throng

Praise the earth with angel-song.

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And what about the Water Sprite,

Her sluggish flow a sorry plight?

Her new dug channels’ sparkling flow

Take her to the ponds below,

To spread her silt and rest awhile

Then disappear beneath the stile.

The ponds replace a former bog

And now play host to speckled frog,

While safe beneath the pond-weeds’ root

Swims a little crested newt.

A passing heron stops for tea,

(The food here, after all, is free.)

And willows of all shapes abound

They thrive on such well-watered ground.

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At Bealtaine there is a wealth

Of Mother Earth restored to health.

She shows her true vitality

All over this locality.

She integrates her plants and trees

With cuckoos, wrens and bumble bees;

While Water Sprite, once so random,

Now flows along with her in tandem:

And all because a loving hand

Was laid upon this stretch of land;

A hand with skill to recognise

That Mother Earth is strong and wise;

And if allowed, she will restore

Her bounty to our slopes once more.

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“Bealtaine Cottage” by Felim O’Neill.

Composed on the evening of my return from two days at Bealtaine Cottage.

43 thoughts on “The Visit”

  2. Such a sweet poem. Probably means so much more that your brother wrote it! I hope that in my gardening pursuits I can be a light to someone else as you have been to many!

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  3. Beautiful, thank you!

    On Wed, Mar 25, 2015 at 6:59 PM, Bealtaine Cottage wrote:

    > Bealtaine Cottage posted: “Recently, I had the pleasure of welcoming > one of my five brothers to Bealtaine Cottage. Felim had visited very > briefly once before, some years back, but this visit was > different…something here, on this sacred little piece of Ireland, > connected with him”

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  7. Beautiful poem, wonderful truth!

    On Wed, Mar 25, 2015 at 1:59 PM, Bealtaine Cottage wrote:

    > Bealtaine Cottage posted: “Recently, I had the pleasure of welcoming > one of my five brothers to Bealtaine Cottage. Felim had visited very > briefly once before, some years back, but this visit was > different…something here, on this sacred little piece of Ireland, > connected with him”

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  8. I’m often unimpressed by poetry but that was absolutely delightful! Moving, heartfelt, perceptive and beautiful. You are both very talented.

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  9. What true and beautiful words are these.
    Enough to bring this selfish world to its knees.
    Thank God for Bealtaine and her wisdom.
    May others see the light and find the freedom.

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  13. What a lovely poem. What an honor your brother has bestowed on you, and what a gift he has given all of us who also love Mother Earth the world over.

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  14. Colette, what a lovely and heartfelt poem. It brought tears to my eyes. I think it must have been very special for you because it is from your brother and to see him “get it” must have been very moving for you. Truly lovely, these little moments that touch us. Blessings xxx

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  18. My heart is, and always has been in tune with the work you do Nicole…today I sob, my heart heaves and the tears run free, as your brother’s poem so beautifully sings the song of our Mother. Thank you both 🙂

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  19. Your brother has captured the essence of what you have done. Put to word it is exquisive.
    Thank you for what you do. You are truly an inspiration to all. Please keep your fabulous work going.
    Thank you and bless you
    Johanna

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  22. A beautiful tribute to the earth and it’s bounty and to a sister. You must be so very touched. Such a talented brother. Sue
    Womenlivinglifeafter50.com

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