Oratory of the Angels Donegal Soul of Ireland painting Dawn Richerson
ORATORY OF THE ANGELS ☼ Ireland Painting {Original}
ORATORY OF THE ANGELS ☼ Ireland Painting {Original}
ORATORY OF THE ANGELS ☼ Ireland Painting {Original}
ORATORY OF THE ANGELS ☼ Ireland Painting {Original}
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ORATORY OF THE ANGELS ☼ Ireland Painting {Original}

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  • 12"w x 9"h acrylic on paper
  • Framed to 20"w x 16"h, ready to hang
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ORATORY OF THE ANGELS:
Mount Errigal

Mount Errigal Painting
County Donegal Ireland Painting

Mount Errigal, one of the Seven Sisters in the Derryveagh Mountains in inspiring County Donegal, dominates the landscape as one drives inland from the coast toward Glenveagh National Park in Ireland. The name of the iconic mountain means “oratory” and here I stood in awe and heard angels singing.

What does your soul remember?
What story of life is alive in you?

Journeys series original Soul of Place painting from the County Donegal Soul of Ireland collections by artist Dawn Richerson.

In the heart of the Emerald Isle I was met with mystery and miracle. The soul of Ireland spoke to my soul, and I was forever changed.

{Ireland Originals} {Ireland Art Prints}

I'll meet you on the way! 

ORATORY OF THE ANGELS

With prayerful presence to pure possibility,

I walk on, for walking is all I know of this life.

Their voices find me and l find traces
of the life before, ever merging and emerging.

Imprints of emotion found on the haggard faces
of seven sisters, feeling written in the clouded skies.

My legs grow heavy and still I walk on,
for I can hear them singing, beckoning. Echoes

Of a resounding truth rises from still and ancient deep,
enrapture and fill me, lifting me.

I do not know their mystery or how
I came to be on the way, lost in time. Flashes

Of a forever story, always their oratory,
rise up and raise me up to glory.

For the love of this winding journey, my soul sings.
Smiling, I am ever on the road to Errigal.

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