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

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