The local town hall the synagogue
Where the locals meet
To organise the neighbourhood
Arrange who cleans the street
To listen to a teaching
Bow the head and pray
Make sure that they are up to date
And people have their say
And on a Sabbath morning
Jesus is given the floor
To speak the word of God aloud
To teach what life is for
The effect is totally startling
The power of his word
The people are left wondering
Who is this they’ve heard?
The local crazy knows the score
Blessed with seeing eyes
This can only be of God
Will he me despise?
But no – that’s not the way of it
The word of Jesus heals
And crying out and falling down
A healing he reveals
What will we make of Jesus?
Will we follow him?
Or carry on regardless
The same old might have been
Each year we meet in Galilee
We walk that dusty road
Let’s stay with him the whole year through
Lord show us your abode
Brian Fahy
11 January 2022
Erris Poetry 