Frank & Mary left their love
they left the emerald
and sailed away away
and the great west rose
empty and new and
cold
Till William came
and little Irene
sinner and saint
children of Eire
Lucan-born
in Donnelly’s black shadow
far from long lost Tipperary
cold
But William went
left blood and kin
to be with Maria Savina
roman daughter
celtic son
and some fires don’t burn together
and some lights don’t shine
in the same sky
and once again
William went
left blood and kin
and died in drink
cold
but there was Monica
born of these hearts
born of these hurts
banished burden-bearer
sent to meet her Peter
broken boy
made to break and break again
and some knots
were not tied to bind together
but Alexander-cloven
and left apart
cold
till Gordian-born
new Peter
son of father
or
child of mother
maybe neither
maybe both
rose quiet with
words in his veins
a Word in his heart
cold
now rise new clover
bold three bind every strength
passionate Eire
strong Rome
majestic Maya
Isabella bright and beautiful
Caleb strong hearted bull
and
Matthew God-lover, lion-hearted leader
move into sun and Son
while shadows
of saints and bishops
poets and priests
mothers and fathers
sharers of blood and blame
whisper in your ears
of Spring and the end of
cold…
Harnessing Chaos 