The Spirit of Riversleigh

The Abbey will now share its role as ‘home base’
for me — and perhaps thee, with the
Manor House at Riversleigh ..

and I encourage you all to flit
back and forth between, –
and anchor and haven for more
adventurous pursuits.

I write then of the
“Spirit” who watches over the Manor House

You May
You may wander within a dream,
or dance, prance
or skip a pace or two –
even fly;
for no one can see or share,
nor would they dare to question,
or limit what can be of thee.

You may share your spirit in song,
or sigh, reply
to a soft whistled tune –
even cry;
for She does not even care,
nor heed melody or verse,
except what is found in your heart.

You may grasp another’s hand,
or wave, behave
as if they are a sister –
pray just try;
for the instrument you pluck
Is held by Her gracious hand,
heard even by distant stars.

You may come to Riversleigh
and breath, believe
the silence of Her singing –
don’t delay;
for the spirit you carry
is needed in fine chorus,
to stir the breeze of time.

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