The Garden Mass
A mass of greenery
Green stole about the shoulders of the priest
Thick red tablecloth
Ready for the feast
Mayo colours don’t you know
Green above the red
Votive lamps and icons
Prayers here are said
It’s cosy here a cosy squeeze
All the world assembles
Send in their messages
Requests for prayers please
Christ’s community microcosm
Ensconced in emerald green
Who is the secret gardener?
Such splendours to be seen
The priest I think
Green fingered one
Gifted in his speech
Digs deep for dearest meanings
Simplicity in reach
Pandemic caused this gathering
Transmitted to the world
Here the simple joys of Christ
In ordinary time unfurled
The film the folk the music
The sermon and the poem
And Christ’s simple mystery
Keeps us keeps us going
And round it all a comfort
A blanket all of green
Green and purple
Flecked and fair
Enfolds our every dream
Brian Fahy
22 October 2022
Erris Poetry 