The church is never empty
The presence always there
Sanctuary lamp at evening
Again at morning prayer
Hic est Domus Dei
Et janua coeli
I am with you always
His promise made to me
Go into your private room
You will find him there
Ever attentive to you
Listening to your prayer
These are holy places
Do not walk on by
The lamp is ever burning
He listens to our cry
Will I find any faith on earth?
This his ardent plea
Come to me all you that labour
Rest you’ll find in me
When will my life happen
When will I be free?
The moment that you turn to him
And allow his grace to be
Brian Fahy
16 January 2023
Erris Poetry 