that over you run the wind's wild race.
FOR WILL OGILVIE
“No dark can ever hide this dear loved land from me”
(If I Were Old – William H Ogilvie)
You wrote once about a blind poet
out on the hills seeing by the inner
sun of clear memory all that rolled
and swept in still solid waves
around him. Little did you think
then it was the inner light would dim
within you so that your eyes open and
hill-wandering would be lost into
the mind's darkness; and yet I remember
how, when I came with Christ's own humility
in my hand to feed your sightless
soul with bread and wine of His love,
the smile of years of joy from those
comforting hills wandered still about
the corners of your mouth.
And now this bronze book, set on a lectern
of stones, your face on a medal of bronze
fronting it, I feel your soothing words
spread out over the flowing ground
motionless yet rolling around me,
and know you see the joy within me
for you remembered here, and that
your smile is in this place.
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The Rev. Edward Macallan Robertson graduated from Aberdeen University with a first-class honours. He followed this up with a B.Litt at Queen's College, Oxford. He came back up to Scotland in 1960 as Rector of St. Cuthbert's, Hawick. Prior to his retirement in 1993 he was Priest-in-Charge at St. Kessog's, Auchterarder and St. James, Muthill.
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