(Extract from above poem- Gerard Kelly ‘I see a new city: poems of place and possibilities’ Chamine Press, 2000)
The priest who gave the thought at our Village Good Friday ‘stations of the cross’ read this poem today.
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‘Eloi Eloi Lama Sabachthani’
(‘My God, my God: why have you forsaken me?’)
Wearily Hopeful 