Paradise
What Celtic call their place
A walled enclosure in Iran
Its origin its space
A place of total happiness
Impossible to our eyes
We’ve rarely known that quality
And cynics would despise
And yet
The promise from the cross
Given to a thief
A paradise awaits us both
Once we’re done with grief
The heart can be a paradise
If you attend it well
Grow tenderness and virtue
All evil ways expel
Keep open door and windows
Allow fresh breezes in
And most of all enthrone him
Jesus Christ the King
Brian Fahy
20 November 2022
Erris Poetry 