Dancing at Lughnasa – April 21


Bare feet slap the earth, searching for

consort with rhythms of the earth,

probing, connecting at deep warm

dark places


Fr. Jack was a happy man

who fell in love with his people

and flowed to their gods.


He could have been seen

as a failure, but the joy in

his eyes stayed present.


Spiritually connected, loving

the power and joy of what

they taught him.


Of being alive in the midst of hurt,

of dancing and feeling and hope

that outlasts the hard.


Beneath, beyond, beloved

he saw the Lord through

different eyes.


And stayed humble and whole

fragile and human, vibrant in his weakness

a priest indeed.


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