FATHER JOHN SULLIVAN


Every Sunday afternoon

He walked with stones in his shoes 

Brushed into thorny bushes 

Into thistles and nettles 

Winched with each jab of pain

Laughed with a nod of his head

Gave to the poor

And cured the sick.

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