I was baptised by a Father Hope

On Candlemass Day I’m told

The year was Nineteen forty-seven

The winter very cold

Two weeks old I was that day

A helpless babe just then

But the arms that held me loved me so

No better start ye ken


So baptism means nowt to me

No memory of it you see

But the love that nurtured my living days

Always stays with me

Baptised in love has been my life

Right from the very start

Mother father siblings dog

All have grown my heart


That makes me responsible

With duties to perform

To share with those less fortunate

The love that’s been my norm

For love is the purpose of our life

From the day that we were born

And I must share my abundance

With the lonely and forlorn


Brian Fahy

7 January 2023

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