QuietMoments
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When a Hymn Finds Its Way Home on St Ciarán’s Day
On St Ciarán’s Day, a hymn finds its way home to Clonmacnoise—and into other voices. Continue reading
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The Cloister on the Living-Room Floor
A weary night becomes a cloister: blankets, bears, angels, prayer, and the quiet presence of God. Continue reading
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A Father’s Habit, Autumnal Tweed
Wearing his late father’s tweed jacket, a traveller boards a southbound train toward healing. Continue reading
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Avian Lauds
Dawn unfolds as birdland sings the Daily Office, transforming a quiet Irish road into prayer. Continue reading
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Wondrous in Your Sight: A Gay Man’s Thanksgiving
A gay Christian’s thanksgiving for love, identity and the God who knows and affirms us wholly. Continue reading
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Cloistered Light in Prayer
Evening tranquility on Grand Canal awaits a companion’s return. Continue reading
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The Rope in Stone
A braided thread of ancient stone connects modern wanderers to Ireland’s timeless, sacred path. Continue reading
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Lauds in an Irish Park
A new poem inspired by birds in a park on my way to dialysis. Continue reading
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The Tidal Hush
Sometimes the body asks us to slow down. The Tidal Hush is a short poem about noticing heat, weakness, and stillness—and discovering that even these moments can become places of quiet reflection. Continue reading
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From Font to Fellowship
St Brigid’s Cathedral continues the ministry of hospitality. Continue reading
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A Hymn for a Wandering People, the Weary and the Small
A new hymn and reflection exploring Celtic thin places, St Columba’s crane, and finding sensory sanctuary amidst the recent community tensions in Northern Ireland. Continue reading
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The Bread of Heaven at Clonmacnoise
Fresh from the altar at Temple Connor… At 11:00 a.m. today, on this Feast of St Columba, we gathered beside the Shannon where prayers have risen for fifteen centuries. As the notes of the Eucharist settle into the ancient stone, we reflect on what it means to be fed—and then sent. The Bread of Heaven… Continue reading
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A hymn celebrating the Eucharist—“O Christ, our Manna in the Wild” (CM)
New Hymn: Taste the mystery of the Eucharist woven into Ireland’s bogs, hills, and thin places. “O Christ, our Manna in the wild”—sing it today. Continue reading
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But why so flipping hot?
Summer by the Barrow brings hawthorn blossom, swallows, sunshine, fluid restrictions, and one recurring prayer. A humorous NeuroDivine reflection on gratitude and heatwaves. Continue reading
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The Echolocation of Grace
After dialysis, the bats over the River Barrow became unexpected signs of grace. In this reflection, Br Michael explores the intersections of chronic illness, Benedictine stability, and neurodivergent faith in the quiet, liminal space of twilight exhaustion. Continue reading
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A new hymn for Trinity Sunday—”O Trinity of earth and light” (DCM)
Celebrate the Three-in-One through the otters and hearth-cats of Kildare. This new Trinity hymn weaves ancient mystery into the sensory rhythms of the Irish landscape. Continue reading
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As Far as I Could Go
After keeping a final night’s vigil for my father, I travelled south for the medical treatment keeping me alive. A reflection on love’s necessary limits. Continue reading
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The Southward Track: A Liturgy of Woven Threads
I was writing the prayers my heart would need before my eyes even knew the shape of the mountain ahead. Continue reading
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Keeping Vigil at the Veil
Beside death’s quiet veil, love keeps vigil beneath Christ’s gentle presence. Continue reading
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Threads Gathered on the Road North
This morning I travel north again. The road from Leinster toward Antrim has begun to feel less like geography and more like pilgrimage: a long ribbon of motorway and memory carrying me back toward the small room where my father, Brian, rests now at the edge of the great crossing. In recent days, I have… Continue reading
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