By Kevin J. O'Reilly
February 2004
What is Awen but a small word?
Called inspiration, to others it's absurd.
They call you eccentric or a little mad,
But about their ignorance you feel quite sad.
Awen is the whispering breeze on meadow grass
And the chattering leaves of trees en masse.
It's the dawning day
And the winters night.
It's the falling snow
And the deer's delight.
Awen is the flower on a summer's day,
The buzz of the bees
And the lake waters sway.
It's the breath that I breathe
And the warm suns glow,
The bite of the frost
And the silver moons show.
It's the kiss of rain
Easing my pain.
And the waves on the shore
With Manannan's hello.
Awen is the suns golden ray on a butterfly's wing,
The Rainbow Trout
And the ancient stone ring.
It's the dedication of husband and wife,
Young love's impatience,
Joy, pain and strife.
It is the very essence of life.
What is Awen but a little word?
The child's laugh,
The singing bird.
What is Awen, just little word...
How humbled I am to share its world!