Monday, June 29, 2015


sunning themselves safely,
just out of sea's reach,
the hunter gatherer finally rests
on a budget brochure Tunisian beach.

a community at prayer
with open arms, welcomes the wolf;
in loving God's creatures
they can come to no harm,
but then prayers for the living
become prayers of the dying.

school girls giggle happily
in a Nigerian school yard
role playing a better life, 
that might not be so hard;
prayers for the living
prayer of the dying

deluded we are by our own transition
from womb to world we move,
to a world not shared
as our beginnings would have us believe.

now explain to me again how is it the boy that was raised with love
can be taken by terrorism . . .
a stunned grandfather asks.

© niall oconnor 2015


  1. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJuly 6, 2015 at 8:56 AM

    Difficult questions indeed!

  2. Delaina J. MillerJuly 6, 2015 at 8:56 AM

    Our hearts are not meant to understand, I don't think. Powerful poem Niall.

  3. A question we are all asking Niall simply but effectively put!

  4. Sheila Rose HazelwoodJuly 6, 2015 at 9:02 AM

    You started off with my kinda rhyming poem but then it changed......However the subject was very well described and written just at the right time while its still fresh in our minds....good one Niall.

  5. I'll explain why, just give me a minute while I rewrite history and invent a new God who really does love everyone

  6. Such eternal unanswerable questions, well-put Niall.


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