Seán Walsh: Reconciling
Reconciling
Mary, mother of God and my mother,
Please tell your Son:
I’m sorry…
‘Know what!? She smiled:
Tell Him yourself…
God… oh, dear God… Tell him…
Talk to the Lord… Endless list
back down the years. Oh, decades!
And how many times – oh, dear Jesus! –
How many times in all that time
Have I turned away from you.?
Taken my eyes off your eyes?
Gone back down… down… unto Vanity?
And now – as I near the end –
I try again… stumbling towards you…
In fear of falling…
He reached out… embrace…
And as I broke against his Heart –
Sorry… Oh, so sorry…
He whispered –
I don’t remember…
