Bernard Kennedy

(20 May 1956 / dublin)

Beechwood Centenary Steeple


As the tram lifts over Charlemont
going south, it comes to view.
The centenary steeple of Beechwood
church and gathering place,
of those who are looking.

Remaining to your left
it comes and goes into view
awaiting, and waiting,
that desire to see.


and within, windows bring into view
another scene, it too
in the distance,
and like the view from
Charlemont, it beckons,

and if the gentle bell rings within,
and mass begins,
with chasuble, book and candles,
another view is illustrated,
another illumination,

sursum corda,
habemus dominum.
dominum, non sum dignus,
we await.

Submitted: Friday, February 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, June 06, 2014
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