Women killed upon our streets
Children killed at home
Missing ones become murdered ones
And folk are left alone
And darkness covers all the earth
And rumours now of war
Pandemic robs us of our mirth
And Christmas comes – what for?
We have no news to lighten us
We put our bins away
My neighbour Gerry looks at me
What else is there to say?
We struggle on from day to day
The future will be bright
Some thing inside the human heart
Believes it will be right
God becomes a little child
In a stable long ago
And as a man he walked our roads
As the Gospels clearly show
His preaching and his human heart
Convince me of his truth
But it is his suffering on the cross
That gives the greatest proof
What he suffered in God’s name
The crown of thorns the spear
The abuse and the derision
Gethsemane’s night of fear
The cross he calls us now to share
Through every day we fight
Convinces me of heaven’s love
We will come into the light
Brian Fahy
16 December 2021
Erris Poetry 