Sean Walsh

How many times – oh, dear Jesus! – how many times down the decades have I turned away from You, taken my  eyes off your eyes, gone back… down… unto Vanity… And now – at the end – I turn to You: again… yet again… fumbling…  stumbling… in fear of falling. He reached out… embrace… […]

Witness (A piece for Two Voices)   Bell! The bell! Why doesn’t he – ? Or call out – Leper! Leper! ‘Coming towards us even as we – Then back, people! Back!.. Oh, what is he about? In danger of stoning if he comes any – And still he stumbles on… intent. On what? Could […]

Just Another Blind Beggar     He sat by the roadside in squalor and darkness, a cloak about frail shoulders, empty bowl to hand… Bartimaeus. ‘Sensed crowds gathering… caught snatches of chatter, ripples of excitement: He has left Jerico…Jesus of Nazareth… Coming this way… Will pass by. Soon now. Soon…   The blind man suddenly […]

  “Only the two of us, Dadsers!” When I think of it… ‘Years ago.  This wee girl, holding my hand, looking up at me. Waiting, wanting – oh, longing! –  to be moulded. And I… I paid her scant attention. ‘Thinking, ages before she…   Years and years yet agrowing. Plenty of time to, to…  More […]

I went for nothing all my life,  never knew hunger, ‘had to go without… Old now… wasted. All these riches, all this wealth… Everywhere I look in this mansion, riches aplenty, precious gifts, heirlooms, presses and drawers filled to o’erflowing. Too far gone to enjoy even a little  – if anything – of all that… […]