Today you touch the ways of God
my son, and set foot in that land
where mystery goes hand in hand
with truth. Today where saints have trod
you pass – resilient thin lad
up to the neck in sports and science –
today you find a new alliance
and reinforce the one you had.
Today through a gate opening
come the years: the strong young man
alight with jobs and travel. Who can
prevent the future happening?
The stream runs on: today I see
a man at some keyed-in controls,
who knowledgeable as it rolls
rides past on the next century.
The time is quiet. Now in this church
there is no future and no past.
There is a boy, whose first and last
is life, and love of life. I search
for words, but there are none. The day
is yours; a time with all its hours
in which to hear life’s word, is yours.
My son, I see you touch God’s way.