Epiphany in Belfast

Congealed Memoriam
On city walls
The anguished breath.

Lord
From the incubus of thy first coming
And the immaculate conception of death
We pray deliverance.

We are entombed with love
Phoenixed in righteousness.
Spare us, O Lord
From the crucifixion by fire.

And from the shadows
Of this place
Spread clear the morning.

© Patrick Galvin