go in pieces

Adapted from the poem by Pádraig Ó Tuama, published in “Readings from the book of Exile” (Canterbury Press, 2012), and also appearing in Peter Rollins “How (Not) to Speak of God.

Pádraig Ó Tuama

Pádraig Ó Tuama

The task is ended, go in pieces
Our faith has been rear-ended, certainty amended

And something might be mended that we didn’t know was torn

And we are fire, bright burning fire
Turning from the higher places from which we fell
Yes we are fire, bright burning fire
Turning from the higher places from which we fell

Ooo …

Emptying, emptying, emptying, emptying ourselves

Emptying ourselves into the hell
In which we’ll find our loving and beloved
Brother, sister, mother, father, friend

And so, friends, the task is ended, go in pieces
To see and feel

Amen, the task is ended, go in pieces
To see and feel your world.


For more from Pádraig visit his website In the Shelter.