The Ballad of the Big Fish

Still on a bit of a Mary Oliver kick, I remembered this piece I wrote for an event I wasn't able to deliver. It's inspired by (stolen from) The Ballad of Amergin, Colossians 1, John 1, Genesis 1, Belfast’s Big Fish and the city in which it stands

I am the fish: that leaps the weir,

I am the river: from moor to mouth,

I am the cloud: that lours above,

I am the rain: the tears of the sun,

I am the gull: soaring and strutting,

I am the seedling: in crack and crevice,

I am the hillsides: embracing the city,

I am the Word: bringing all into being

In whom all things hold together.

I am the car: rushing on by,

I am the bike: crossing the bridge,

I am the lights: dictating the traffic,

I am the sun: looking down on all,

I am the boat: bound for abroad,

I am the waves: on which it sails,

I am the wind: blowing where it wills,

I am the breath: bringer of life

Hovering over the chaos.

I am the fire; of every hearth,

I am the roof: for every head,

I am the bread: on every table,

I am the queen: of every hive,

I am the heart: of every creature,

I am the womb: of every life,

I am the tomb: of every hope.

I am the beginning and the end

And every step of the journey in between.

I am…

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LentArt: Washing the Disciples' Feet

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