IN MEMORY OF PAT O’BRIEN: PASTOR, THEOLOGIAN, POET
IN MEMORY OF PAT O’BRIEN: PASTOR, THEOLOGIAN, POET
There is heart missing from the world,
As soft as God’s,
Arms that drew waif and wretched home.
He was an oak in Winter,
Facing down the storms,
A Tilley burning pluckily in gloom
An explosion of cherry-flower.
He was life.
He was talk.
He was laughter.
He was song.
Pádraig Daly OSA
Pat O’Brien…
Thanks Pádraig. Beautiful words that capture the essence of Pat O’Brien. None more so than ‘A Tilley burning pluckily in gloom’. May he rest in peace.
Pat O’Brien…
A wonderful tribute to Pat. Thank you Pádraig, you get it just right as you always do.
So much of a priest’s life is hidden.
He is the sponge that soaks up pain
The lighthouse keeper who
trims the lamps when the sun goes down
And stays the pace when the crowds have gone.
Pat was the kind of person who found a grain of gold in a heap of dross and gave it away for free. We are the poorer for his loss.
Pat O’Brien…
Pat to a tee! We were in Maynooth together fadó fadó. Thanks Pádraig.
IN MEMORY OF PAT O’BRIEN: PASTOR, THEOLOGIAN, POET
Má bhí aithne agat ar an bhfear speisialta seo, tuigfidh tú go bhfuil sé beo sa dán álainn seo.
If you didn’t have the privilege of knowing O’Brien, this other Pádraig poet has captured him in
a short poem.
IN MEMORY OF PAT O’BRIEN: PASTOR, THEOLOGIAN, POET
You have the handle of him, Pádraig. Thank you. Go ndéanaí Dia a mhaith air.
IN MEMORY OF PAT O’BRIEN: PASTOR, THEOLOGIAN, POET
Great poetry Pádraig
A man never to be forgotten.