Ireland.
(1970s)
Through fresh green fields and orchards ran
The road he had to tread;
Through straggled towns and villages
His path of duty led.
Till in some place he did not know –
Although it seemed he knew –
He saw the One he thought he’d meet
Before his task was through
Standing nearby, in silhouette,
Against the troubled sky.
So he approached and calmly spoke
Those words he had to say:
“ToIreland’s aid I have been sent;
To Ireland I have come!”.
The One replied: “I give you Peace”
And turned him eyes which shone.
Welcoming his caught breath
He recognised the face…of Death!.
