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This is not a war said Putin But a special military operation I laughed at first and thought it was a lie A deceit a euphemism But today I understand It is what he meant What he intended to do   Feeling threatened by NATO And its expansion He sent in tanks to bolster hisContinue reading “Work for Peace”

My eyes are getting weaker It’s old age Tired now from reading page on page Tired too from seeing on the screen What’s going on The now and the has been   Greedy we are For the latest sight to see A friend of mine has lost his sight Dear me But knowing him He’llContinue reading “I See”

Dark and dank December day Mist and fog the while And I inside all snug and warm Live in single file   Just myself to bother me Yes I live alone I am told there are millions of us Waiting by a phone   Talking is done on television And on the Internet Or inContinue reading “All in All”

There has been a kerfuffle in Buckingham Palace where an elderly white lady of noble standing was talking to an ethnic African lady and started asking her questions about her ethnic origins. Issues of colour are very much issues in modern Britain. In today’s Guardian the lead story is of the Metropolitan Police apologising to two blackContinue reading “Hidden Depths”

She should not have gone to gaol In my opinion She was not a criminal Just a young lass in drink Behind the wheel Hits a schoolboy Hit and run Run away to hide In shame and fear At what she’d done   She wanted to make payment to her victim And to do communityContinue reading “Hit and Run”

I like a misty morning Not so sure about fog Fog is denser droplets Fog bound is the log But mist invites your looking Look here there’s more to see I am the first part of something Yes of mystery   And looking into the face of Christ Invites us journey on Life is notContinue reading “Foggy Morning”

The old garden shed is rotting now Weather has withered it Rain gets in the ceiling Maybe birds were pecking it I’ll save the golf clubs Bring them in Store them in the house Lawn mower too I’ll rescue I can still push that about   I never was a gardener Margaret had that skillContinue reading “The Old Shed”

My father used to sing a song that would make me sad as a child. I loved to sit on his knee and ask him to sing to me, and this particular song was about ‘leaving the world behind’. It is a beautiful song with beautiful sentiments, including, ‘I’ll leave the moon above to thoseContinue reading “The Moon Above”

Christmas is always special It is a feast of love And even if you don’t believe In Christ or God above Still the trains are running Still we’re going home To gather round the family hearth To feel the warmth and some   Important to be together Important to belong To feel the Christmas cheerContinue reading “Thoughts at Advent”

The Lord didn’t argue politics Or say ‘I told you so’ He didn’t say ‘you should you must’ Or tell you where to go He didn’t give out lectures Or ever pontificate He gave his time to everyone Come they soon or late   No, the Lord told stories To reveal the world to usContinue reading “Growing into Christ”

‘Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my words will never pass away.’   Those words appealed to my father For we like things that last Things we can rely on In a world that goes too fast The solid earth the sky of blue The water in the stream The things that last foreverContinue reading “Father To Son”

The destruction of Jerusalem The fall of the year Agony among the nations Hatred anger fear Portents come together The signs of the times Cold disturbing weather Oh for warmer climes   In the midst of darkness Jesus sees the light Coming on the clouds of heaven Justice in all its might From the throneContinue reading “Quare Times”

They shot him dead For possession of a gun Robert Erskine Childers And for being an Englishman English-Irish heritage Imperialist and rebel Rode his bike from Kerry Right into his peril   In America they live with guns Call it a human right Then someone goes on a killing spree A one-way vicious fight TheContinue reading “Forcing The Issue”

She lived in the Bronx But will be buried in Burrishoole Beside the quiet water of Clew Bay A life lived in America The bustle and the noise But home is calling Ever was the way   The Last Judgement window In Newport’s towering church Will welcome home the girl who went away The crowdedContinue reading “Laid To Rest”

‘Thinking is the cause of man’s greatness’ A quotation from Pascal On a card my mother gave to me Together with a bible The day I was ordained   It took me by surprise I thought ‘praying’ perhaps Might be suggested But no – ‘thinking’ it was And I am grateful for it   ItContinue reading “Pensare”