Lost

The fragment of mirror showed

I was no longer me

No longer my brother’s brother

Or my father’s son
The unclean swine I tended

Ate better meals than I

But no matter how hungry I was

I did not touch their food
Dad, he taught me the scriptures

He showed me right from wrong

Each day was a lesson

Something to chew on and grow
Do not murder, do not steal

No coveting another’s wife

Each rule, each law, each point 

Was made in love by dad
Minding pigs, I look back

Returning to my home, in mind

I realised I had not really left

Through the food the swine ate
Before my dad was born

Some of our kind turned Greek

And maybe for a while I did the same

Though I did not uncircumcise
All the money in the world

And all the food of a banquet

Cannot replace my home community

So I refused {point blank} to steal
I planned to return to my daddy’s place

Unsure of his response

Expectation of punishment

I still longed to be at his side

Once more

Listening to his deep, wise, words
The rhythm of his farmyard life

Beats still into my heart

I yearn to be his servant 

Not a son, after what I’d done
But look! Dad is running

Hoisting his robes above his knees

Breaking rule after rule but hey…

He running and smiling and laughing

And hugging and kissing me.

Prodigal

The son was lost

Not only lost physically

Like I am each week

On a Wednesday

In Dublin, by Donnybrook

But he was lost from his culture

He was no longer “Jewish”

He no longer felt human

He smelt of pigs

The pigs ate better than him

Which showed in a weird queasy way

That he was not a hopeless case

He had within him

Buried under layers of crud

Some integrity

He had no dignity

But a tiny, small bit of rectitude.

Enough to make him know shame and guilt.

Dwell too

Dwell in the house

Of possibilities

Steadfast
Gift, gift, gift

Segullah

The quiet

The peace

The silence
In the silence I hear

Birds, animals

Rain and wind
Genghis Khan came out of the east

And into the west

Not absolute or total 

Living in the radical freedom

Of no shame
Boy, fifteen, member of a gang

Beat up bloke of Asian descent

What does dwelling truly mean?

Staying in a hotel?

Or sanitised condo block?
How do we live where we live?

Jesus dwells in our heart

Making a nest

Making relationship.

The guy

No gravestone… just a marker

An unknown guy died 

It wasn’t in the papers 

Because he was no one.
His life was short

Non descript, average

A man of the road

A man without kin
The coroner’s assistant

Uncovered a life

That posed no threat

And had no celebrity
He died on Monday

Buried &marked

The same week

No one noticed

No one mourned

really, really, really

Tallulah made adjustments

to the polaroid on the wall

As she spoke to Buddy Rose

on her cell  by the door

 

they chatted about the weather

the football and all the soaps

they mentioned their children

and Buddy’s grandchildren too.

 

it wasn’t till Buddy asked of Tally’s bloke

that Tallulah faltered her reply

he’s working, he’s playing

he’s driving and he’s selling

 

Some time later Buddy appeared

at the door of Tallulah’s home

the slumped body of her bloke

under the snaps on the wall

 

 

Care

Lord, OGod

How do you care?

How do you love us Lord?

Lord O God

Lord O God

The only good thing

We worship you today

In our words and

In our deeds

In our very thoughts today

Glory to the King of kings this day

Honour to the Lord of lords

God of power

God of strength

We worship you today
Lord O God

Come search our hearts today

Come show us where we moving east

Come show us where you want for us to move
We send love back to you

As we join together with you

In your divine mission

Lord O God

Your love is everything.