A shaft of light
That moves across an altar
And lands on the face of Christ
At the moment Nelson died
On the very day
At the very hour
The great man lost his life
The light returns
Christ Jesus light of life
How clever of the architect
Calculation sound
To build a church
With high wall from the ground
And catch the light of heaven
The burning sun
And lure its rays inside
And let them run
A tiny window
All you need for light
To penetrate the darkness found within
Bright beam no gloom can hide
It falls upon our pride
Scatters darkness
Scatters every sin
Yet that concentrated beam
Is far too strong
Would blind our eyes
If we looked e’er long
It’s the gentler light of day
That helps us live and pray
And evening shadows
Bring the evening song
Brian Fahy
Erris Poetry 