I Am All - Pagan Life Rites
Irish Pagan Poetry

I Am All

A Poem by Barbara Ney Ni Saomhair

I am the windswept hill,
and root of tree,
and the roaring wave upon the sea,
I am the lamb of Spring, and a daisy chain,
and the drumbeat of the pouring rain!

I’m in the singing and sighing of the
Human Heart,
There is nowhere I am not a part!

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