Poetry
Where the veil wears thin.
Verse that captures both the sensory and the spiritual. From the landscape of Ireland to the internal weather of the soul, these poems offer a language for what is felt but not always spoken.
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The Flowers Keep Also Their Watch

A quiet poem of flowers keeping vigil, offering courage, calm, and ancient healing in the dialysis room. 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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Quelling the Noise

Watching men pass on a busy street, the poet finds desire, humour and stillness amid the din. Continue reading
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I’ll Wait for Him Today

A poem written while waiting on Parliament Street, Dublin, as the city moved around me. Continue reading
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The Oldest Shadow: a poem on solar eclipse day

Birds remember the ancient darkness—a poem on eclipse, endurance, and light returning. Continue reading
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Resus Rhythms

A poem from Resus on unexpected hospital stays, unpredictable heartbeats, and finding quiet faith. 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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Moon-Blessed, Silver Rising

Nearly fifty, head full of bleach, and Belfast Pride two days away. Genius or madness? Continue reading
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Saint Ciarán’s Otters

When Clonmacnoise calls but strength is small, Saint Ciarán’s glowing otters bring the sacred home. 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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Richard, Lionheart of the Ledge

A two-storey drop, a blazing Gibraltar sun, and a kitten with the courage of a lion. Had I not seen the leap myself, I’d doubt such wonder ran. Continue reading
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Fortieth anniversary

From Belfast vows to Kildare days, fifteen years of devotion create a love time cannot erase. 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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Teapots, Hum, and Holiness: Finding Emmanuel at Parish Bingo

Find holiness in a steaming teapot and a joyful shout of “Line!” Explore how Christ walks through the bustling, sensory-rich warmth of a parish bingo night. 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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Hyperfocus on the Platform: Capturing the Spark in Transit

Creative expression can surge unexpectedly, transcending settings and circumstances. Continue reading
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The Breath of Iona: Pattern, Prophecy, and Speaking the Ancient Word

Speaking ancient words at Temple Connor, a neurodivergent pilgrim finds a sensory reset at Durrow’s holy well, guided by the wild goose of the Spirit. Continue reading







