Gabriel Fitzmaurice: Father Pat
Father Pat
In Memoriam Fr Patrick Cunningham 1903–1984
Father Pat, my uncle, was the kind
Who shunned the limelight any time he could;
Let others swan around, he didn’t mind,
’Twas enough to know that what he did was good.
A farmer’s son from Kerry, he took care
Of his parishful of blacks in New Orleans,
A simple man, his was the pastor’s share
Among the low and those of meagre means.
Offered elevation, he declined,
A monseigneurship was his, but Father Pat
Was not the kind of priest who wined and dined
Too often at top tables with fat cats.
He laboured till he went to his reward
Happy in the service of the Lord.
Gabriel Fitzmaurice
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