At dead of night
The turbo prop takes off
Above Atlantic waters sheds its load
A human cargo
Twelve bodies in the night
Thousands of feet they fall
Out below
Now the plane is found
Found five bodies too
Pilots too identified
Of that fateful crew
Bodies in the sea
Soon washed up to shore
You cannot hide the truth
It comes out more and more
The promises of Jesus
Stay with us every one
Every hair of your head has been counted
You are not a forgotten one
And all those disappeared
One day we’ll see again
I am the resurrection
You shall be
Amen
Brian Fahy
24 March 2023
+ An article in the Guardian today tells of the ‘death flights’ during the time of the military Junta in Argentina. People were tortured drugged and taken out over the Atlantic and thrown out to their deaths. Now a day of reckoning has come.
The gospel today speaks of how the Jews looked to arrest Jesus and do away with him, something they eventually succeeded in doing. But death shall not triumph over us. You are worth more than hundreds of sparrows.
Erris Poetry 