We all know what the end will be
We don’t know where or when
It doesn’t need to bother us
It can stay beyond our ken
If we knew it – it would bother us
Occupy the mind
Better not to know these things
Not knowing is so kind
But Jesus knew that road ahead
Knew what they would do
Take him treat him cruelly
Do what Romans do
Yet he kept on going
Faced the angry crowd
Persevered in loving
Spoke his word out loud
If you knew how the end would be
It could bring you down
Wouldn’t get out of bed today
Face would be a frown
I think of men on D-Day
Sailing for that shore
Many died upon the beach
So much so much…no more
Was Jesus then so foolish?
Jerusalem to face
When all he’d find was misery
His end public disgrace
Or was he saying to us all
Walk on walk on and see
The end is not at Calvary
The Easter Mystery
Brian Fahy
28 September 2021
Erris Poetry 