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Breadcrumbs: Hope and Other Complications
Breadcrumbs: Hope and Other Complications
Breadcrumbs: Hope and Other Complications
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Breadcrumbs: Hope and Other Complications

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Each of us has a journey to make and a story to tell, of love or loss, joy or tragedy, spring or winter. Yet the journey is always signposted by those glimpses of hope we encounter on the way, whether in the people we have known, the friendships we have cherished, the wonders of the world around us, or the many other miracles that make every day of our life.
These poems are such signposts, acknowledging the reality that hope can sometimes be frustrated, diminished, or even forlorn, but all rooted in the author's Christian faith that ultimately, as we walk on our search for God, we do not walk alone.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateJul 21, 2023
ISBN9781666778557
Breadcrumbs: Hope and Other Complications
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Pat O'Doherty

Patrick O’Doherty is an educationalist and was principal of Lumen Christi College in Derry, Northern Ireland from 2003 to 2016. He is the author of Searching in Circles (2021).

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    Breadcrumbs - Pat O'Doherty

    Searching In Circles

    We are all of us

    celestial navigators,

    searching in circles

    to find origin and end,

    and ever

    equidistant

    from the centre.

    The Searchers

    Western philosophy kept the dialectic simple.

    In black and white we were

    settlers or searchers.

    There were always the dirt farmers

    fenced by the barbs they themselves erected

    and reaping only scorn,

    or costumed bystanders serving liquor et al,

    before fading into background,

    poor penned extras lacking credit.

    We aspired to identify with the other,

    drifters on windswept plains,

    pursuing love or desperadoes,

    alien as the Indian in the badlands,

    or, silent and imposing in saloons,

    mixing justice with our whiskeys.

    But even seekers are goal-bound,

    and unearthing pearl or wisdom

    merely makes the credits roll.

    And then what?

    Fumbling in the theatre’s silent darkness

    before the light comes on again?

    Or wondering when it was

    that genre changed

    and we became the extras in our own production,

    mummified domestics and horrified professionals?

    Or do we settle for the search,

    for treasure or for truth,

    and leave the dialectic unresolved ?

    Walled City

    From the city’s walls, it is tempting to look down on anonymity,

    grey gridiron of terraced streets and slated roofs

    vainly vying to be different in sameness,

    pebbledash and double glazing taunting concrete wall and wood.

    We are insidiously drawn to the different,

    murals colouring corner walls and painted flagstone kerbs

    where artists strive to broadcast freedom on communal canvas

    but propagate still another canned conformity.

    It needs a more discerning eye, though, to focus

    on the children playing kerbie with the

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