Poetry
An Advent Gift
A bundle of beauty
came to Mass this morning.
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A Well of Unwept Tears
Deep down within us, lies a well of unwept tears, perhaps the tears of a lifetime. The moments, the days, the years of a life are never lost. Each life holds these tears, life’s well. The hallowed, hollow space of loss, the hurts tucked safely in heart’s folds, the...
Greatest Experiences
One of my greatest experiences was being still, in a small chapel, full of familiarity. I look at the cross, I close my eyes; yet a bit distant. Jesus looks slight on the cross yet humble, I held my breath for a minute to hear my heart imagining the cross - feeling...
Come, Holy Spirit!
Fill us as we are living; living in a form of breathing. Though during this pandemic it’s not easy, we live in the world of fearing; fearing this COVID19 which has started, but that has no ending. And definitely… We have started praying, answers from God are still...
Waddling Ducks
It was a dusky Friday evening. I was alone on my way home in one of the many prison walkways. For some reason, I looked behind me. Through the wrought-iron gates, I saw a wonderful spectacle! It was Mr And Mrs Duck waddling along the same walkways that hundreds of...
The Silver Sound
The Voices of the Angels are heard whispering. Afraid to make that sound. Thoughts echoing through the branches, in the outcast of the lake. My mind and heart dying to hear, seeking to listen. The cabin of my mind remembers; only to be unlocked, unlocked with the...
An Outdoor Meditation
On that fair bright morn, The green hills spoke to me. “Be big” said they “like our God”, And there came a psalm – A psalm of life from every sod. And as I travelled The clear streams sang to me “Like God’s sweet mercy we flow” And willows, assenting To what...
The Kitchen Table
Our table in the kitchen is made of wood. And where the chairs have hit the sides a mark is there. A reminder of the people who have shared a meal or chat with us. So, more a mark of friendship in the wood, a reminder of absent friends and memories shared. The legs...
Glamour of Gougane Barra
Where the rugged road goes winding To lone Gougane far away. Where the silver streams come tumbling, Roved my feet one summer’s day. Clad in purple were those hillsides, Fuchsia lined that mountain road. O what beauty on you, West Cork, Has the hand of God bestowed!...
Prayer for Creation
God saw all that he had made, and it was very good (Genesis 1:31) Creator God, For the beauty and resources of the earth, we thank you and give you praise For entrusting to us the care of your creation, we thank you and give you...