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Gerry McCullough award-winning Irish writer & poet – author of Belfast Girls |
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![]() Poems published in Faith for Life magazine [ View of Heaven ] [ Love ] [ The Climb ] [ Like Sheep ] | ||||||||||||||||
View of Heaven The sun’s a glaring tear ripped in the sky, Revealing, dazzling, bright. What lies behind the silk-thin clothes? Beauty for ashes, or burnt eyesore white Of leprosy? The first, I’d say. I’ve seen this painter’s work before. I’ll never know, unless I thrust on in. | |||||||||||||||||
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Love There are no new words For you are not new, You have not changed. You have spoken from the start, Filling my heart with joy. Yet when you come to me You do a new thing, And what’s between us has never been before — A rising sun New as world’s morning, Filling my world with light. And so I hunt the words That run from me And try to tear them down, To bay a truth Which cannot be contained Except in you, And must be free. | |||||||||||||||||
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The Climb Up into the high places, Our feet treading on rough and treacherous ground, Slipping and breathing hard, we push ahead, Sometimes on hands and knees, clinging with pain. Hard to go on, but harder to go back — Crying out, struggling, short of breath, Feet slipping on the loose and moving scree, We hold on to the bedrock of the cliff. Our hands and knees are bruised and ripped and bloody. At last we come Up to the mountain tops, and see the sun. He has put our feet in a place that’s safe for leaping. We’ll reach the further peaks with eagle’s wings. | |||||||||||||||||
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Like Sheep How many times will I fail? How often will the abyss in flames Roar beneath my feet, A burning jail Where hate and horror meet? I set my will To stumble after You, And fall and fall again Until I think it’s true There is only pain. Rescue me from myself, Struggles and strivings leading to despair. Free me to be at peace, Lift me into the air, Give me release. Am I unchanged? Time after time I hear Your loving word, But fail to do Your will. What’s left, then, but to cry, "Forgive me, Lord! Forgive me still!" | |||||||||||||||||
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