It’s time I were ‘dee-ing’
My mother said one time
Old age and weariness
She felt then in decline
She lived for 94 good years
The last two in her bed
Good and patient to the end
To yield herself to God
My father too those years before
Lay silent in his bed
Lost the power of speech by then
His life a sermon said
His journey from a little boy
Through mine and war and mine
A family of four he left
71 his time
Our life is not a jumble
Of chaotic random days
Each day a new day’s journey
Something new to say
Something new to hear and see
A step along the way
Make sure you come to journey’s end
Awake alert I pray
Brian Fahy
9 July 2022
+ Do not be afraid of those who kill the body, the Lord says. Be afraid of allowing your own soul to be ruined in the hell of misery.
Pope Francis, in his recent letter on the Liturgy, speaks about the Liturgical Year and its cycle of the seasons, and of how we can journey through life in tune with the journey of the Lord, from birth, through death and into resurrection. Our days are not random and chaotic. They are daily steps along a road to a definite and wonderful destination.
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