"ON THE RESTORATION OF ST. BRIGID'S CHURCH, KILTUBRID" Starting from the baptismal font, where water Once sprinkled on his head, now I his daughter Lean to the rose windows of the mystical cross Worshiping creation, in his name, the loss Of the land and language by the holy well When green-mouthed corpses had tongues swell Hungered for food and truth of race and kind Eight thousand teeming souls to bind In their febrile agony, and to long for an end To betrayal, anguish, exile of foe and friend I now honour memory, the blessed well's return The church anew, the well to fill the churn. To hope and faith, where we long to learn, Undo the history, right from wrong discern. -- Rosemarie Rowley, "The Leitrim Guardian" (1997)