Poetry
Where the veil wears thin.
Verse that captures 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 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
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Beyond the Classroom Wall
Thirty years after leaving school, old ties, shared memories, and enduring friendships reveal how the bonds formed in youth continue beyond the classroom wall. 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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A Journey of Faith and Farewell
A train journey north, turning impending heartbreak into a holy poem. Continue reading
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Heralds from Gibraltar
A reflection on migration, memory, and the “southern light” of Gibraltar—carried on swallows’ wings to two humans, two cats, and the spirit of dear Scholastica. Continue reading
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An angel on the platform
At a misty platform, a quiet word steadies a stranger. For a moment, kindness takes form—and the ordinary world feels gently, unmistakably transformed. Continue reading
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Waiting for the Train
A poem written while waiting for a train listening to the birdsong around us. Continue reading
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A Triennial Easter Vestry
A humorous look at the marathon of a Church of Ireland Easter Vestry in a “Triennial Year”. Continue reading
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Easter with the Rooks
The rooks are loud in ragged trees,their caws like weathered cloth.They shake the morning into lifeas Easter stirs the froth.The blackbirds in the rafters wakeand test the warming air.Their chicks, half-feathered, blink at dawnas though surprised it’s there.And in the hush between the calls,a softer truth appears:that every trembling, newborn wingoutpaces all our fears. Copyright… Continue reading
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“Christ, stitch us in” a poem honouring Christ in the everyday of tailoring.
The poem inspired by Chris Suitor reflects on tailoring, everyday grace, and spiritual connection, culminating from a rich conversation in Belfast about music and life. Continue reading
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A Poem of Thanks
From the “fragile thread” of birth to dialysis in the Midlands, Michael McFarland Campbell shares a moving liturgy of grace, healing hands, and faithful care. Continue reading
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Aisles. Burdens. Presence.
Next time you pass through a supermarket, look again—Christ is there, in quiet burdens, careful choices, and small acts of kindness that sustain daily life. Continue reading
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Across the Years and Seas
Friendship endures over distance and time, always returning. Continue reading
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Storm. Shelter. Morning. Guarded by Otto
The wind is roaring through the dark,and rain beats on the pane;yet here my bed is warm and still,a refuge from the rain.With Otto resting in my hand,I breathe in soft and slow;while storms go wandering where they will,I’m held in gentle glow.The shadows dance upon the wall,The world is tucked away;Young Otto guards the… Continue reading
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In the Company of Ireland’s Saints
A familiar melody, gently reclaimed on St Patrick’s Night: a song‑poem of saints, landscape, and belonging, reshaped into something quietly Irish and wholly new. Continue reading
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Otto holds the first stitch
Learning slowly, one loop at a time—finding quiet grace in dialysis hours, with wool, waiting needles, and a gentle companion beside me. Continue reading
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World Kidney Day – free, hooray!
A poem for World Kidney Day – free from dialysis today, hooray! Continue reading
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Gone Home Alfred
The Quiet Legacy of a Scouter Today, we honor Alfred Reoch MBE. To those who knew him, Alfred was the embodiment of what it means to serve. In a world that often demands self-promotion, he chose a different path: the slow, faithful work of being present. Living in Gibraltar, you realize that Scouting is a… Continue reading
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The Empty Chair: A Liturgy of Absence.
Christy’s absence in the dialysis ward creates a profound sense of loss, highlighting the bond with caregivers and shared memories. Continue reading
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Of Lanterns, Bears, and Finding the Sun
113/69 may not be very low for most people, in fact it is well within the normal range, but my normal tends to be high so it was quite a drop. This poem was written during the night after such a drop. The darkness hums too loud to bear, each whisper sharp and near; my… Continue reading
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