Can a man grow from the dead clod of failure
Some consoling flower
Something humble as a dandelion or a daisy
Something to wear as a buttonhole in Heaven.
Under the flat, flat grief of defeat maybe
Hope is a seed
Maybe this is what he was born for, this hour
Maybe it is here he must search
In this hell of unfaith
Where no one has a purpose
Where the web of Meaning is broken threads
And one man looks at another in fear.
O God can a man find You when he lies with his face downwards
And his nose in the rubble that was his achievement
Is the music playing behind the doors of despair
O God give us a purpose.
Patrick Kavanagh – From Failure Up
For Pentecost – Sunday Sayings: Meditations and inspirations from Scripture or Literature