Terry’ O Donnell: Final Resting Place

Terry’ O Donnell: Final Resting Place

picture Kelley Bolton

Standing on the crest of the graveyard hill

In the midst of God’s gift of nature’s bounty

There stood an open grave –

 

Its soil freshly turned towards the atmosphere

To my right St Eugene’s Chapel nestled in a quilt of green fields

Where labouring hands tending their livelihood

Still to pay homage to a friend’s last journey

 

Dotted here and there within stone walls

Lambs and ewes frolicked and jumped

Beyond, Bessie Bell rose magnificently

 

Clouds scuttled across a bruised sky

Wind stirred the collar of my coat

Yet its cold breath of November couldn’t dispel my awe

At the beauty of the landscape at Glen Knock;

Terry’s final resting place

 

A man of many good deeds in parish and in far flung fields

Who took what others cast aside

And brought it to where it enriched children’s lives

Worshippers he knew well by name:

His family: good neighbours, old friends, new acquaintances

Stood in prayerful harmony

 

Shoulder high they bore him over familiar ground

To his final resting place

 

A wistful elegy reminds its St Cecelia’s Day

An appropriate day for a man of pen,

Of song of verse to come to rest amongst his ancestral kin

When they meet him at Golden Gate

There’ll be song and verse in the O Donnell heavenly clan this night

I cast my eye upon the mound of clay

That stood in silent testimony

From dust you came and dust you shall return

 

It was time

Time for Terry to take his music to a higher plane

Leave his earthly body on Glen Knock Hill

For his beloved wife and family

A consoling place for them to come

And chat a while with him

 

As the new oak gently rested within

A soothing whisper carried on the wind.

“Welcome, you’re welcome grandson dear

You lovingly tended your grandfather and me.

No weeds did you let spread

Above our heads these many years”

 

I felt his smile upon the air

He was at his Heavenly rest

The weak winter sun caught the turn of the spade

The sods of green fell softly affirming

A new journey had begun for Terry O Donnell

 

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