In praise of Skellig Michael

The monk wants to climb
He wants to see the Eternal,
building his house on the hights
On his prayers like a flight.

But the devil wants his soul,
Put him down, its ultimate goal.
The flesh wants him to stop,
But the real monk will not stop!

In each time he builds a step,
made by God himself,
whom sometimes he duel.

The monk will keep to rise,
Never going backard,
That is how it feels alive.

19Th july 2025