Sean Walsh

  CLICK TO EXPAND… “Go into your room… close the door… and be with your Father…” “Social distancing does not cut ice with Jesus Christ. No way!”

The Innkeeper to the Carpenter: “What? A bed for the night? You haven’t a hope! We’re full, booked out!.. What?.. Your wife is..? Oh. Oh, dear… Well, look – round the back – the stables… At least ye’ll be in out of the weather…” dfw-sw-christmas_poetry2.pdf

December, 1950. Franciscan Novitiate. The Friary, Killarney.  Christ Mass  Dear Michael, The chap who wagered that I would be back in civvies before Christmas has lost his bet. ‘Verging on the New Year and I am still here! Stronger than ever, at that. In my resolve, determination… The “old Man” has ceased to complain about the strict life, I am...

Here’s the Thing! I began to put words on paper during lock down… to veer away from Church as building, liturgy, religious rites – become more and more attracted to the idea of Presence… of the Divine with us wherever, whenever… Draft after draft followed… as I strove to get it as ‘right’ as I could. When, eventually, I published...