crossing rail lines at Redfern
past run down tenements
scoured by broken glass, beer cans, graffiti
shades of Derry, beautiful but scarred
sensing a rare spirit around St Vincents
with Ted’s seeds of hope sprouting
compassion, generosity , justice
alive-in the people, within and without
for them no longer the gleanings of harvest
in essence, all they have ever had
they stand solid with the poor, with Jesus
facing the power of the Church incorporated
fighting Pharisees over property, assets
spirit staunch, courage undimmed
their challenge to King George and the garrison
mission or control, the Pentecost paradox
crucified on every city sidewalk
the aboriginal Christ should be free
in his own church
among his own people
in Redfern