THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO... THE ANTRIM COAST

Shamrocks carpeting the forest floor

The Trinity holding us underneath

Foxgloves stand like Church bells

Ringing out the beauty God bequeathed

Fuschia scarlet, along the hedgerows

Line my trail in redemption's blood

The Atlantic wide and deep and far

Like Christ's love and not the flood

There’s a rock in all my panoramas

Whatever the tides shift, it stays

Above the white fear of winter waves

And in the sabbath calm of summer days.