Prayer at 50
Lord,
my house is wrecked,
doors
welcome only wind
and
its garden withered
with
weeds
what
an age of catastrophe
for
no one
walks
here anymore
no
visitors are left
time
has turned into
a
dream
everything
falls from its edges
unfolds
unravels
this
house is all that’s left
on
its edge
on
my edge
O
Lord,
i
have become a stranger
at
the
edge
of
the
world.
Séamas Carraher was born in Dublin, Ireland in 1956.
He writes on the Ballyogan estate, in south County Dublin, at present.
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