I met God the Father in the street
And the adjectives by which I would describe him are these:
About frivolous things.
He was not a man who would be appointed to a Board
Nor impress a bishop
Or gathering of art lovers.
He was not splendid, fearsome or terrible
And yet not insignificant.
This was my God who made the grass
And the sun,
And stones in streams in April;
This was the God I met in Dublin
As I wandered the unconscious streets.
This was the God who brooded over the harrowed field –
Rooneys – beside the main Carrick road
The day my first verses were printed –
I knew him and was never afraid
Of death or damnation;
And I knew that the fear of God was the beginning of folly.
I’ll post The Devil tomorrow. I hope you enjoy this and find it interesting. Patrick Kavanagh (1905 -67) was, and still is, one of Irelands most loved poets. A native of Co Monaghan in Ulster, he spent most of his adult life in Dublin, where he was recognised and saluted on the streets.