Donal Mahoney


Night Light - Poem by Donal Mahoney

The last visitor before I sleep
is always the old priest
puffing up the stairs to my door,
a wine cask under each arm,
a loaf of pumpernickel in his teeth.
He's always too late to give the last rites,
and even though I'm usually dead by then,
it falls to me to console him.
So I say, "Father, Father,
you don't have to hurry.
Faith is no longer a klieg.
It's a night light left burning all day,
and its bulb is hissing."

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This poem was first published in Commonweal Magazine, November 6,2009, Vol. CXXXVI No.10, page 14 (85th Anniversary Issue) ,475 Riverside Drive, Rm.405, New York, NY 10115.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 20, 2012



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