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Visiting an empty Church , Kilcash parish church, Co. Tipperary

Killcash parish church County Tipperary  Nigel Borrington

Kilcash parish church
County Tipperary
Nigel Borrington

I so very rarely visit a church when a service is being held these days, Weddings and Funerals apart. It the weekend so get out into the country 4

When I am out walking however, I will often wander into a local church, just for a look around. I am not so sure about the christian story anymore, I was as a child and into my teens but moved away the more I got into the great outdoors and into the nature that surrounds us.

Personally What I find is OK about visiting an empty church is that I have time to think about the spiritual massage they attempt to bring , the very fact however that there is no priest at the alter, well preaching! at you, just gives you a little more space to think for yourself about your own beliefs. These days my own beliefs lay more outside the church as to me if there is a God then he is to be found in nature and not inside the walls of a church.The road not taken robert frost 3

Its not that I have anything against a church mass or service, its more that I find being outside is more spiritual than being inside a church walls, to me like many, I feel that if there is a god ( such as the church depicts ) then he is as likely if not more to be found in the life that can be found in the forests and the fields as sitting down and listening to a priest.

I feel that if he is to be found then its along a path of discovery in the world of nature that surrounds all of us.

Inside Kilcash Parish Church

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Irish Landscapes, Freedom of the Hills, Poem by : Douglas Fraser – 1968

The Freedom of the hills Irish Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

The Freedom of the hills
Irish Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

Freedom of the Hills

By: Douglas Fraser – 1968

Mine is the freedom of the tranquil hills
When vagrant breezes bend the sinewy grass,
While sunshine on the widespread landscape spills
And light as down the fleet cloud-shadowed pass.

Mine, still, that freedom when the storm-clouds race,
Cracking their whips against defiant crags
And mists swirl boiling up from inky space
To vanish on the instant, torn to rags.

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When winter grips the mountains in a vice,
Silently stifling with its pall of snow,
Checking the streams, draping the rocks in ice,
Still to their mantled summits I would go.

Sun-drenched, I sense the message they impart;
Storm-lashed, I hear it sing through every vein;
Among the snows it whispers to my heart
“Here is your freedom. Taste – and come again.”

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