I remember days
When I didn’t want to know
When waking up was sadness
Nowhere I want to go
When energy for living
Had sorely drained away
And getting out of bed
Too much for me today
A man beside a healing pool
Ill nigh forty years
Lives now with his illness
A comfort in his tears
Until a vital question
Is put to him that day
Do you really want your health?
Or shall I go away
Feeling sorry for ourselves
How everything went wrong
Can cause us to stagnate in life
We sing the same old song
But if this life’s for living
And I do believe it is
Then ask the Lord for healing
And come to know its bliss
Brian Fahy
21 March 2023
+ We can grow accustomed to our sorrows and wallow in them. At the Pool of Siloam Jesus asks a sick man, ‘Do you want to be well again?’
Erris Poetry 