“Behind every favourite song is a story waiting to be told.”

My Favourite Song

“Behind every favourite song is a story waiting to be told.”

I wake in the early dawning

of a cold November morning

with the radio on playing my favourite song

It’s catchy, contagious, so I can sing along

The moods of the heart are fickle indeed

Looking towards the horizon my soul is freed

The seasons of shifting emotions dictate life’s melody

Today I am grateful anticipating shaking hands with fidelity

In the 70’s I discovered a punklike rebellious blend.

Haunting 80’s tunes still bounce about my mind.

Here my mantras of unfairness came to their end.

Bringing memories, restoring a desire for past things.

A tuneful indulgence allowed me to mend broken wings.

The 90’s beat to a solemn reality, a change in my living.

Ordained in a church promising to embrace a life of giving.

While the 2000’s past by like a whirlwind of activity.

No time to think deeply or reflect, just work to fully occupy.

From 2010 a decade of snow invaded my bodily frame.

Loudly and clearly Christ still remembered my name.

Then there is 2020 to now, a drum and base of chatter.

Where vanity withers, no escaping the vision of the future.

So there is a 60^th birthday to plan, a fresh playlist to create.

A whisper from beyond the veil, an example to emulate.

In the midst of the storm is the sacred with its enticing sense.

Beckoning me to stillness slowing down my words in reverence.

Head bowed, the consecration reveals a constant companion.

Lifting the chalice clasped in trembling hands this my vocation.

Suddenly once more my head is filled with my favourite song.

Marvelling at the hidden sound of the heavenly angel’s throng.

A carefree tune carries me on a journey into total mystery.

From youth to old age faith has been the guardian of my history.

Immersed in purpose, understanding, that one moment in time.

Aware of the synchronicity captured forever by the divine chime.

What is holy, precious, everlasting sings to me as I cling to the sound.

My heart weeps a flood of tears at the wonderful peace it has found.

Christ’s heart of love calling eternally reminds me of simplicity,

of blessed humility, of the destination granted to all who prove worthy.

I hear my favourite song, sung by that familiar voice “Come follow me!”

Fr Patrick Brennan © 9^th November 2026