Well, Brian, you landed on your feet
Was often said to me
A wife a son a happy home
So yes I must agree
Though years of struggle came before
A sad unhappy time
I landed on my feet for sure
Yes that will make a rhyme
Then I lost what I had found
When Margaret died so young
And I was flung in coils of grief
And days went on and on
And illness came and counselling
And life then settled down
And grandsons came to my surprise
A life-fulfilling crown
And here today ‘Beatitudes’
Appear before my eyes
That Greek word ‘makarios’
The blessedness of the skies
Whatever be our circumstance
The Lord directs at me
This utter truth his loving glance
Be still and you will see
The joy of life the truth of life
The way to be each day
Is found if you will follow me
Listen to what I say
I took the cross I rose again
The same will be for you
Take up the cross each day with me
‘Makarios’ are you
Brian Fahy
8 September 2021