Born Rathfarnham, Dublin, Ireland of Waterford Chemist father and Longford mother
Educated De La Salle College, Churchtown, Dublin.
Holy Cross Seminary, ordained 1979.
Taught Religious Studies in Schools, Sallynoggin, and Balbriggan, Dublin.
Trained as a Freudian Psychoanalyst, Holds M.A. University of Sheffield,2000, and,
M.Sc.School of Psychotherapy, University College... more »
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Bernard Kennedy Poems
Old Faithful Dog
I never thought him dead. Only running in the park, and sitting stretched by fire, or with his paw,
Summer is brought through this lemon zest of colour- reflected under the chin,
Gypsy Dance of love
We danced like gypsies in the heat of day, and matched our colors bright and gay, and music strings brought tears of love, and bands of strolling players moved above,
from where? For Who? Coming out? Of What? If we view from the window we see a limited and framed
I remember a young boy once envious cried out, on seeing his sisters birthday card, 'there's only one number on mine'.
July Morning Mindfullness
The summer morning, it rises to the sound of dogs greeting day, in garden near, and Fuschia, waking in the morn
A Birthday Celebration
A joy rings out, throughout, family, neighbourhood and clan, 'thou art here', born, now, joy is ours.
I met my father, on the hill of the road, at kilmashogue. he was striding down from
Canary with Cat
The Canary, yellow and small, sang on the sill looking in, through the window. The Cat, looking up from the lawn,
From main roads through the pass and there, beneath, as if a mountain gate over a valley, lake or bay
Stillness & Thomas Merton
Mertonian can mean silence and hermitage, and hermit like trust, in, waiting, knowing we are carried
Romero and Jesuit Martyrs
March 24 1980, it rings a bell? As the bell sounded and chalice raised, contained the Blood of Christ, shots rang in El Salvador and
Like a pilot light it is there and begins to spread, this steely bright sparkling startling light, encourage us in nature's winter way. Never gloom but waiting hope
Pierre Loti looks to Sligo Bay -new-
From my eyrie, my high up, Eyup eyrie, at Ladies Brae in Skreen, at my hermitage, Patrick to Tara, I look down to Sligo Bay.
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Old Faithful Dog
I never thought him dead.
Only running in the park,
and sitting stretched by fire,
or with his paw,
pushing the dish,
' more water now'.
And barking, for post,
and visitor, and exits,
from his home domain,
and up the stairs at ten,
and down again at six.
A rhythm of memories
Until his back legs gave,
and the vets scanning eyes
' he has had a good and happy life'.
And my heart sank.
I held him as he passed,
and watched him go,
to another field or park.
This time without a leash.
I can still ...