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Josh Widdecombe ‘Who do you think you are?’ Has royal connections Stretching distant far Amazing how our forebears Like tree roots spread abroad Tell us their stories Quiet and unheard   My own roots Great grand parents that’s all No further back Nor record to recall But what I have is story Imagination can supplyContinue reading “Genealogy”

The Lord does not indulge in moan and groan Not his style not his way at all Nor is he Mister Nice Guy all the time Being bland comes before a fall   He’s quite prepared to tell you to your face Will not insult you just point out a truth We can confront withoutContinue reading “Critical Assessment”

  A girl goes out to see a friend She never does come home Assaulted raped and left for dead That time I was in Rome   Forty years have passed since then The same old story told Sarah Everard this time And dozens since behold   The Pharisee issue washing hands Before sitting toContinue reading “Heartfelt Homily”

I felt fulfilled on a football field Natural element Was a talker too Encouragement Didn’t need permission Or telling what to do Or not to do Played the game Passed and scored a few   But life was a different matter Once I’d gone away Natural spirit snuffed right out of me Formed for formalContinue reading “Football Promising”

She looks at me Head tilted to one side I take her photo Somewhere Tentsmuir side I hold the camera But she is clocking me That tilted head O how she could see!   Was the beginning Of our long romance We lost souls who met So much by chance A phone call and aContinue reading “Under A Gentle Gaze”

At close of day As folk retire to bed The fire of day dies down An ashes bed And ashes raked Protect the sleeping flame Till morning stirs And life begins again   A new day brings More turf upon the fire Life is stirred once more A leaping flame Tea is made And boxtyContinue reading “Light The Fire”

Why did we go to church When we were young? I think it was the carrot and the stick The carrot was the mystery God is in this place Sanctuary lamp tabernacle Incense altar lace Colourful stained glass windows People gathered in Power in a pulpit Christmas Eastering   The stick Well that was mortalContinue reading “Heaven’s Door”

Mark 10: 17-30   Why are we dissatisfied? Nothing is quite enough Keep the rules Behave our selves There must be other stuff   The problem lies in wanting What’s in it for me? When joy is found in serving Love’s deepest mystery   Brian Fahy 9 October 2021

I’m glad she lost It doesn’t do To be winning all the time It is a game after all And losing is not a crime   Media spotlight Blinding light All the world obsessed Places pressure on a girl Just trying to play her best   Makes me think of Elvis Quiet southern boy ExplodedContinue reading “Play The Game”

Luke 11:27-28   Your mother must be very proud of you So said a woman in the crowd Impressed with the man from Nazareth Moved to bless his mother words out loud   Lovely to hear your mother praised The woman who gave you life and breath The woman who stood by you all yourContinue reading “Like A Mother’s Love”

Luke 11:24-26   Sinaga in central Manchester Saville everywhere Priests in France through seventy years Abused those in their care   The Boston Globe Through Spotlight Revealed a frightening truth Abusive clergy everywhere Abusing innocent youth   Crimes and monstrous passions Shock us to the core We distance from such actions Behaviour we abhor  Continue reading “Vacant Possession”

  I stood on Leppings Lane 1962 Sheffield Wednesday’s open end First game of the season Wore a cowboy hat that day 15 years of age Supporting Bolton If you want to know the reason   Got a 1-1 draw that day I was never there again Didn’t recognize the place When I saw itContinue reading “Supporters”

War is not a way to solve a problem My father taught me that And he should know He had been through Basra and Iraq El Alamein Normandy and back   Nobody wins everybody loses So he said to me When ships sailed south for Falklands In search of victory He shook his head inContinue reading “War Wounds”

  I never asked them why I just presumed The reason why they called it ‘Dublin Hill’ Standing in Glencullen Looking out due east Tuiscean on my left Carraful on the right The river meandering Till it’s out of sight And Dublin Hill A rise of ground That meets the sky above In that directionContinue reading “Pride Of Place”

How does God help me? What help do I want? Not possessions certainly We manage on that score Don’t need money Have enough Why would I want more?   Health they say true riches There are doctors here for that A healthy diet exercise I know just where I’m at   So what’s the giftContinue reading “Grace”