by Ruth Pritchard
So much has been said, in media all over the world, interviews, music played and replayed, so many tributes. For me? the shattering realization, she’s gone. I’m so grateful for her life embodying the spirit of the Irish, wrestling with the profound meaning of life. Music, her priesthood, she said. My tribute…
What’s the story
Morning glory?
Story of your journey
Irish angel, weary
Of the bleary?
The bloody trauma
Of the Irish
Too much to bear.
You dared to tear
The photo,
too much to care
Ripped photo
the Pope,
Blasphemer.
Your personal Golgotha
Ridicule and pain.
Oft listening
To your angel voice
Transcendent
You have ascended
Into your secret place
Your holy place
Angel
Found your peace.
Ruth Pritchard is of Irish heritage, her ancestors hailing from Co. Cork, Co. Clare, and Co. Kilkenny. She studied philosophy, social theory, anthropology, and English, at the University of Sydney and later undertook postgraduate study at the University of Melbourne. Life has taken her around the world, and she has resided in Hong Kong, China, Malaysia, and Australia, teaching English and culture to refugees, migrants, international university students, and international postgraduate teachers. She studied Chinese at the Chinese University in Nanjing.
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