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John 8:1-11   In an interview shortly after his election as pope, Pope Francis was asked, ‘Who is Jorge Bergoglio?’ He paused for some time before answering, ‘I am a sinner.’ Not the answer the interviewer was expecting. Perhaps he wanted to know about the background of the new pope, something of his life storyContinue reading “Writing On The Ground”

An old man now But heart so young A preacher of the Lord Sunday appointment in the Square To break and share the word   Today the tomb of Lazarus An image of our life When suffering and sadness Turn our worlds to strife When darkness seems to cover us And there’s no end inContinue reading “Fervorino”

Clocks go forward Morning comes too soon Feeling rushed I stretch out in my room Today the day for Lazarus Called out from the tomb So I rise from bed Not yet the day of doom   The Lord who saved so many Could not save himself That the taunt of many Jesus beyond helpContinue reading “Calling Lazarus”

Something you can touch That you can see This is the location Of Christ’s mystery I met it first When just a child Sanctuary flame Tabernacle home Communion the same   This is what Christ gives us Living bread to eat Reserved for adoration Come in off the street Rest awhile and listen Let theContinue reading “Ecclesia”

Don’t you want to believe? The man said to the girl Only if it’s true the girl replied And I – I want to believe Indeed in truth I do I believe he rose Yes the man who died   He raised a young girl from the dead His words ‘talitha kum’ The widow ofContinue reading “Life”

At dead of night The turbo prop takes off Above Atlantic waters sheds its load A human cargo Twelve bodies in the night Thousands of feet they fall Out below   Now the plane is found Found five bodies too Pilots too identified Of that fateful crew Bodies in the sea Soon washed up toContinue reading “The Disappeared”

Mills and mines and factory Hardy honest folk Daily grind for daily bread The working person’s yoke Cheery folk and friendly Who liked a pint and smoke Allotments whippets pigeons Would lend you when you’re broke   Then the summer solstice Mayo on the train River farm and cousins Enjoyed in sun or rain LovelinessContinue reading “Firm Foundation”

The coming coronation of King Charles Takes place upon a Cosmati mosaic floor And somewhere up above Looking down in love The azure blue of Mary’s windows show   My cousin Hughie made that fine design Lady chapel blue And it is fine And so we see connection From Glencullen to the King Stained glassContinue reading “Connection”

I’ve lived my life Though it’s not over What do I do next? Use what you’ve learned To help another No need for getting vexed   No demands are made of me No work I have to do Except to live life every day And try now to be true   If what you doContinue reading “Walk Together”

The Tories fear the end is nigh DUP the same And so they fight to carry on Have to win the game But maybe now the game is up The writing’s on the wall The dial has moved the mood has changed You’re heading for a fall   Boris lives by bluster Inhabits the twilightContinue reading “Here Is The News”

England needs to be less If it would be more It has been too much for far too long Time to close the store Protestantism Empire Industrial revolution All of these now gone You need a new solution   Diehards speak of Union Let us preserve UK It has never been an easy ride LetContinue reading “England”

Dislodged in dry dock A ship blown by the wind Disturbing force Dangerous betimes Better stay indoors When gales are blowing through The world tossed in turmoil Nothing you can do   A ship for deep sea searches War graves and shipwrecks Comes a cropper in the wind At angle all the decks People injuredContinue reading “Wind Blow”

‘Yet even if these forget I will never forget you’ Words of Isaiah Are they are they true?   When I feel abandoned Quiet at close of day When all around is darkness What then can I say?   Does no one remember me? All my loved ones fled Am I old and lonely now?Continue reading “Forget Me Not”

I remember days When I didn’t want to know When waking up was sadness Nowhere I want to go When energy for living Had sorely drained away And getting out of bed Too much for me today   A man beside a healing pool Ill nigh forty years Lives now with his illness A comfortContinue reading “Well Then?”

He put a pistol to his head But you lighted candles in the dark From your room you saw the Torah burn Bonfires of hate on Kristallnacht we learn A fire to rage for years and miles and years The fire of guns the ovens in their turn The burning rage inside a violent heartContinue reading “Transport Child”