Who could hope for more
If the Lord had not gone before
And lost his life in love for us
And lost it on the cross
Who could meet his dying day
With calm serenity and pray
My life I hope to win
When all is lost
My father lost his speech
In final days
Oxygen to brain
To make a phrase
Lay still in bed four days
To wait the end
A gentle man
The Lord to be his friend
The Lord upon the cross
Shows how to die
Parting words of love
For you and I
And yielding up his spirit at the last
Reveals all sorrows end
All sorrows pass
The joy of resurrection day
Too bright
For mournful women
Is this truly light?
Until the Lord so gently
Says her name
Mary
The world no more the same
Brian Fahy
14 November 2021
Erris Poetry 