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When I fall asleepI trust that I will wakeIt happens every nightI hardly thinkGrateful for the end of daySinking into restClose my eyesUnconscious in a blink Boxing matchesOnce went on and onUntil one or t’ otherFell to groundExhaustion was often timesThe winnerWearing down the fightersRound by round Football matches lastFor ninety minutesIt’s good to knowTheContinue reading “Into Thy Hands”

Avert your eyesDon’t see what’s there to seeWe’re making moneyOut of slaveryMy register of accountsIs telling meHow rich we areWe’ll build a mansion, see There is another costI do not seeThe collars, cuffs and chainsOf slaveryThe reason isI never visit thereWhere CaribbeanCreatures are my careAnd anywayThey are notThe same as usLesser humans reallyWhat’s the fuss?Continue reading “How It’s Done”

Why stand before a crossAnd watch him die?Why even be there at all?Your sorrow enoughTo want to flyTo flee from hereAvoid unseemly brawl But no you cameAnd stood beside the crossWith Mary, wife of ClopasAt your sideMagdalene and JohnSupporting youAll others fledGone off they to hide What use is this?Standing in this placeWatching him dieLookingContinue reading “Mary At The Cross”

I have seen Pope FrancisStill in meditationBefore the Holy Sacrament divineIn silence in communion with the SaviourContent to be there, content to spend his time The fruit of that silenceIs his sermonThe word he shares with everyone aroundToday he tells about God’s Holy SpiritThe difference that it makes so profound A Comforter who transformsOur everyContinue reading “Homily In Verse”

David lives in MonacoTha knowsMonte Carlo South of FranceAn’ allUsed to live in Henry StreetBongs? Aye Bongs is reetNow a place the RomansOnce called Gaul Spoke to Him on VideoT’other dayHe arranged itNice to say helloHe mentioned the Grand PrixTaking place todaySet me off a-thinkingLong ago We used to playAt racing cars in his placeRacingContinue reading “Remember Fangio”

I have never slept so soundIn all my lifeAlways a good sleeperThis is deepOff to bed at tenSleep on through till sixNever hear a thingNot a peep It feels just like a minuteWhen I wakeSince days’ work doneI clamber into bedFall straight fast asleepHours of darkness passWake as gentle lightDisturbs my head It’s a signContinue reading “Sleep”

How do you talk to God?Are you humble mumble?Are you formal grand?Talk up?You can’t talk down!Or on the level Since the Lord cameAs one of usI think the road is clearTalk honest straightThen he’ll understand The road to honest livingBegins with honest talkAnd honest talk is prayerI think you knowWalk the talk is harderBut atContinue reading “Come Again”

There’s a chair in Sheila’s loungeA cosy seatLooks out across the inlet from the seaRosmoney the locationClew Bay the wide expanseThe open ocean running wild and free The eye line of my visionIn that seat ensconcedDirectly falls upon the window sillAnd when the tide is runningAnd Rosmoney knows the scoreThe bay and all around soonContinue reading “A Window On Water”

Karl is home from hospitalHe is weak, yes, but he’s homeAnd home for Karl a cottage by the seaLong white house and gardenA road beside the shoreAn artist’s house shelters in the lee Stone flagged floors solid wallsCosy warm insideA joy to visit every time we callCoffee and cake ceremonyDusseldorf by the seaOpen door welcomeContinue reading “Sheila’s Cottage, Rosmoney”

Tentsmuir trees a backdropYou, your head leaning to one sideNeat rows of planted spruceDark in places yet light beyondSuch was our story, MargaretThe ninetiesNinety-one I met youNinety-nine I cameEight long years of letters in between I the educated boySeminary trained Latin GreekWent to Rome more booksDegree to seekNow marooned in PerthChris already goneBack where IContinue reading “Photo At Tentsmuir”

Pope FrancisFrom a window way up highLooks out upon the world assembled thereAnd out beyond the ancient hills of RomeTo where a weary world full of careMight look and listen every now and thenAs Bergoglio reaches out with kind mienTo tell the world and each of us in turnThe Spirit of the Lord would likeContinue reading “High Vantage Point”

PentecostI remember summer evenings in my Aunty Annie’s house in the west of Ireland, when I was a child. Sitting beside a window I could see straight up the glen for about two miles. Gentle hills on either side looked down on a meandering river that came on past the house. At the far endContinue reading “Fire and Rain”

Covid has made no difference to meMy life was quiet before it came alongI wear a mask I wash my handsI keep my distance tooI watch as a pandemic passes through Panic stations deaths accumulatingEventually the penny drops I seeOur island sense of isolationSlowed our minds from action stationBoris wanted UK buoyancy I have beenContinue reading “Covid Conscious”

You cannot see the wind yet it is realIt blows with a force you can’t ignoreIts effects are there for all to seeEspecially when standing on a shore The Spirit is the same invisibleThe day he came he sounded like the windBlew away the fear and frozen heartedWarmed the world our advocate our friend ComeContinue reading “Holy Spirit – Italian Job”

John 21:20-25 Easter season drawing to a closePaul arrives in Rome his journey doneJohn lays down his pen in reposeThe gospel story now will run and run Looking back on days lived with the LordJohn selects the things he wants to sayTo describe a man in so many wordsLeaves out so much – maybe someContinue reading “All The Books In The World”