maggie and milly, and molly and may

maggie and milly and molly and may maggie and milly and molly and maywent down to the beach(to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell that sangso sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and milly befriended a stranded starwhose rays five languid fingers were; and molly was chased by a horrible thingwhich raced sideways whileContinue reading “maggie and milly, and molly and may”

Snowy, snowy, night!

As I write this blog snow is forecast to fall later this evening and in the overnight hours. Although snow brings with it some hard shoveling work, yet as it falls it creates much beauty as the landscape is painted white. Even every house in the street looks the same and every yard or gardenContinue reading “Snowy, snowy, night!”

92 Counties!

I know you were not expecting this but to be honest neither was I. As I turned through the pages of Carol Ann Duffy’s Collected poems I found her poem Counties amusing. Now to further complicate things I will introduce you to Munro-Bagging – climbing hills in Scotland over 3000ft. – named after Sir Hugh MunroContinue reading “92 Counties!”

“Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb,”

Bethlehem, in the West Bank, remains a difficult place to get to. I recall being searched by armed Israeli police and having my passport scrutinized before being allowed to proceed to the Church of the Nativity. The photo above shows not a manger but a chaotic presence of a border wall which surrounds Bethlehem. ThisContinue reading ““Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb,””

Emptying

The spontaneous ceasefire on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day in 1914 came about as British, Belgian, and French soldiers put down their weapons and climbed out of their trenches and joined with German soldiers singing Silent Night Holy Night! A moment of palpable peace in the madness of war, a glimmer of grace amidst the gruesomeContinue reading “Emptying”

Divine Arriving – Divine Waiting?

Advent – a time of waiting. We often think it is us who do all the waiting, but perhaps it is God who is waiting for us to come to our proper sense of soul and it is God waiting for our prodigal return. I wonder? James K. A. Smith who edits the journal ImageContinue reading “Divine Arriving – Divine Waiting?”