THE DOCTOR (All Ireland Joy)
A wild tempestuous Man The doctor Approaches my body With reverence The touch is that Of a healer Healing more Than flesh It’s not the scandals That have ruined The Church he said It’s the culture People have too much And not enough Joy There never was joy In our brand Of Christianity We went to Missions With long reluctant faces And came back home With longer faces still They would have held Us longer by praise And drawn us to God’s Heart by it But they would not! For they could not The only thing That made the people Really smile Was winning The all Ireland The God almighty Thrill of it We didn’t smile that day We ran and we laughed And held up the Sam Maguire Like some sacred chalice With no notion of God In any of it And to think of the struggle To separate Church and State When years ago We cut God o ff From life Treating o ne another As if He didn’t exist And played as though He knew nothing Of happiness Would you be well? The doctor asked If you would be well ...