Poem: Celtic Cross

Where earth and heaven weave their view.
A circle joins the arms in prayer,
A timeless link to what’s beyond there.

In swirling knots, the threads entwine,
Of past and present, the divine.
A legacy of strength and song,
It whispers tales from days gone long.

The cross holds firm, yet softly sways,
Like winds that move through ancient days.
A symbol worn through battles fought,
A beacon for the souls once sought.

From heath to hill, from wave to shore,
It marks the faith, forever more.
With every curve and every line,
The Celtic cross, divine, aligns.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie