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You left during the unprecedented good weather of April.
The new grass in its first season in the grounds of the new state of the art facility
blew in the gentle breezes outside your bedroom window.
You were quiet when I visited you.
Your eyes bore through the will of your soul to enquire about me
As you sat up in the bed, rings of azure crystal.
 
The strong are weakened,
the distant brought close,
the meek envigourated,
Those close, devastated,
with your departure,
But only until you have said goodbye
With a smile and then a laugh,
A text or a call,
Until the next time,
We go to Merchant’s Quay
For tea and coffee, and a heart to heart.
 
You might be the only one that I cry for,
the only one that deserves it.
A life lived within and through Jesus Christ.
A lump in the throat, and an example to us all
In the gentleness and firmness of your engagements
 
Hoards met on a hill in celebration of your life,
and in the remorse of your passing
The rain held off just enough,
The sun flickered through the grey clouds,
Heavy with the resumption of life without you.
 
You are still on Patrick’s St.
Window shopping and smiling, thinking of others,
Using formality against itself
Talking to the lost and lonely
and bringing them home to themselves
I know because I was one of them.
 
What vast space you inhabited!
What courage you gave!
What souls you touched.
What goodness you were.

(2012)

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