The Gathering


On a misty morning, the ships sailed in
Gathering memories, gathering friends,
Like the air of a tune you know by ear,
The gathering of spirit from near and wide,
Gifting me music, flooding my veins…

Home again, known again,
A whisper in the Atlantic wind…
The small walled fields, the gathering hearts
Draw soul and song through time,

Invisible ties of love,
Gathering the scattering in oneness, though apart…

Let the piper play and harpist’s fingers dance!
Celebrate with music and with tales
Of great love, of life and death…

Across shorelines, beyond boundaries,
Peat bog, salmon race, love sown in my soul,

Meet me there, the place that knows,
Where the grass meets the sea…

– Exert from The Gathering by Elaine Walsh –

Cape Town Celtic Festival