My heart calls out
to the quiet corners of the earth.
To the forest depths
and the wild-flowered field.
To the rocky shore
and the cool, damp cave.
My heart calls out
to the quiet corners of the earth.
To the mountain stream
and the misty moor.
To the sleeping ruin
and the grove of oak.
My heart calls out
to the quiet corners of the earth.
To the holy well
and the lonely cairn.
To the vacant kirk
and the praying friend.
My heart calls out
to the quiet corners of the earth.
My heart calls out
to the quiet corners of the earth.
My heart calls out
to the quiet corners of the earth.
~Cheryl Anne
Brigid's Hearth 