Last year I wrote a poem, reflecting on my interactions with Belfast Lord Mayor, Máirtín Ó Muilleoir. When Nichola Mallon took over last June I thought she had a tough job in following Ó Muilleoir's omnipresent exuberance. She more than followed. I have found Nichola a courageous, honest and warm Lord Mayor. She shared her faith with gentleness and deep conviction. She sought out the unsung heroes of Belfast and gave them their moment to sing. The highlight for me, among a few, was her standing with the Archbishop of Canterbury and praying for Belfast, as we stood holding hands across denominations and political lines, with City Hall lit up green for St. Patrick's Day. So, here's my poem for Nichola. Thank you Lord Mayor. Great job!
From behind a meteorite
That had hurtled bright
Could you follow on
Radiant star you shone
With a warm souled glow
Confidence on the grow
All your anger aimed
Vocational vision named
Exploring the brave
Riding destiny’s wave
To a brand new shore
We’ve never been before
Loving our wounded city
With dignity, without pity
When the heroes can’t sing to you
You do what Jesus would do.
An Archbishop and a Lord Mayor
The City Hall all swathed in prayer
Real, honest and deep conviction
Most hopeful St Patrick Day Benediction.
Lovely poem, Steve.
Posted by: Love_belfast | 23/03/2015 at 10:57 PM