Poem: “In His Place IV”

by Thomas A. Flynn, LC on Feb 16, 2012 in Poetry

In His Place IV

Nameless faces surrounding me;
All but one, that one I see.
Mother, must you glimpse me now
With mangled flesh and splintered brow?
I cannot bear your presence here;
Not you, O Woman, my mother dear.

But you have come for me, you say;
To inspire me in this disarray.
“Fear not, my Son!” You utter in tears,
Recalling far-off happier years.
And having you now by my side
I find the strength for another stride.

Fr. Thomas Flynn, LC