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 off
From life
From life
Treating one 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
Then hold all as one
And God will be in all
Holding you
Smiling
Breaking His sides
Laughing
Panting for breath
In all our running and staying
And winning and losing
Our dying and living
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