My little man, down what centuries

of light did you travel

to reach us here,

your stay so short-lived;


In the twinkling of an eye

you were moving on,

bearing our name and a splinter

of the human cross we suffer;


flashed upon us like a beacon,

we wait in darkness for that light

to come round, knowing at heart

you shine forever for us.


Hugh O’Donnell

Andrea Jackson The Holistic Celebrant

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