The Son of Man
Has nowhere to lay his head
This the choice he made when leaving home
Farewell to Mary and to Nazareth
Quiet village quiet life
Happy comfort zone
I by contrast
Enjoy a cosy bed
A cosy house and home
A place to call my own
And even now
Widowed and alone
I have my son and grandsons
And a phone
We cannot rely on fortune
For our fate
Good and ill will come our way
Be it soon or late
Many people have no home at all
No relatives or friends
On whom to call
So we must join the Lord
Upon the road
Take some responsibility
Some load
Take up the cross that’s laid on you
Carry it today
And grace will come and grace will grow
To help others on the way
Brian Fahy
5 January 2022
Erris Poetry 