Wednesday, 26 November 2014
WHITE JASMINE
Scent of white
Jasmine mingled
With burning turf
Taste of arabica
Coffee ground brown
Toast
Sounds of the house
Stretching awake
The creak
Of beaking day
Damp hiss of wood
On fire kindle
Crackling
Repressed flame leaping
Into life
The uncertainty of wounds
Not healed finds expression
Blended ecstasy
Of agony and hope
Tuesday, 25 November 2014
SERIOUS ARTIST
You’ve had it
As a serious artist
Now
Your songs are on
The mellow music playlist
Of Sunshine Radio
Stroking
The nostalgic flabbiness
Of the middle-aged
Who hanker pastwards
Your edge
Sharp with meaning
Relevant
Become a blunted
Blandness
You can have it
As a serious artist
Now
In the stripped down
Stillness
Prophetic silence
That gives birth
To forward thrusted
Yearning
Fire of soul
Sharpness of sword
Sound of the deep
Saturday, 22 November 2014
IN PRISON - I Will Be The Face Of Christ For You
Feast Of Christ The King
I was in prison and you visited me
The book and the movie ‘Dead Man Walking’ tell the true story of Matthew Poncelet, a man facing death alone, except for the love of a Catholic sister. He is a castaway, considered untouchable and worthy of death by his society. The nun comforts him and says, "I can't bear the thought that you would die without seeing one loving face. I will be the face of Christ for you." She is Sister Helen Prejean, a Sister of St. Joseph of Medaille. He is one of four convicted of murder whom she has accompanied to the death chamber in Louisiana and he asked her to accompany him spiritually in his journey to death.
In celebrating the feast of Christ the King we honour a King who is a shepherd, one who looks after all His people, with emphasis on the word ALL. Not just SOME but ALL - each and every one!
“The Lord says this: I am going to look after my flock myself and keep all of it in view. As a shepherd keeps all his flock in view when he stands up in the middle of his scattered sheep, so shall I keep my sheep in view. I shall rescue them from wherever they have been scattered during the mist and darkness. I myself will pasture my sheep, I myself will show them where to rest–it is the Lord who speaks. I shall look for the lost one, bring back the stray, bandage the wounded and make the weak strong. I shall watch over the fat and healthy. I shall be a true shepherd to them.” (Ezekiel 34:11-12,15-17)
As Jesus Himself is, so we are called to be; we who are the Body of Christ in our time. And when it comes to the end of time and our lives are assessed and judged by God then the bottom line will be “whatever you did to one of the least of these you did it to me and whatever you neglected to do to one of the least of these you neglected to do it to me” (Matthew 25:31-46)
He will not be asking how much did you pray but how much did you do for the poor. All our prayers and all the Masses we celebrate are supposed to translate into true service of those most in need. And of course this is what is generally happening. As a people the Irish are very generous in donating to charitable causes; here in Shankill there is great generosity to the St. Vincent de Paul. I myself have always had a love for the men of the road, perhaps because my grand uncle was one of them and died on the streets of London; perhaps I feel that I myself could be one of them. In all my dealings with these men I have found myself to be profoundly blessed.
But there is one group of people that has stirred my conscience from today’s gospel - the prisoners. Jesus says “when I was in prison you visited me!” Sadly, I have never visited a prison and so have never visited Christ in this way. And I’m not suggesting that we all need to go running off to start visiting prisons because there are people called to this ministry but we are all called to be aware of the prisoner, to be concerned for the prisoner.
The prisoner is the criminal, the wrongdoer, the guilty one who deserves to be punished. And the prisoner is one who needs to be saved, to see the face of Christ, to experience that love that God has for every single person. Jesus the innocent person died for the guilty, so that he could bring us to God (1 Peter 3:18)
While the world leaves the prisoner in his condemnation, God is saying I will rescue him from his darkness, I will look for him in the place where he is lost. That’s the extent of Christianity’s reach - that we have a heartfelt desire to save the guilty, the criminal, the most detestable of people. That we say with Sr. Helen “I can't bear the thought that you would die without seeing one loving face. I will be the face of Christ for you."
And though most of us cannot do this face to face with the person in prison, we can and must do it for the guilty people we meet in the ordinary course of life. To be the face of Christ so that Christ Himself can transform guilty lives.
It occurs to me that we can't always reveal the smiling, kind face of Christ. Sometimes the true face of Christ is the wounded, hurt face and perhaps the guilty one needs to see this hurt face in order to come to his senses, to be saved, rescued and brought to God.
It occurs to me that we can't always reveal the smiling, kind face of Christ. Sometimes the true face of Christ is the wounded, hurt face and perhaps the guilty one needs to see this hurt face in order to come to his senses, to be saved, rescued and brought to God.
It’s what Pope Francis is trying to inspire us to do as Church - to be the face of Christ for those who find themselves in difficult situations, whose lives are at odds with the Catholic and Christian teachings, those who are stuck in destructive ways of living.
I suggest that we create a space in our prayer for the prisoner and for his victims. One of the inspiring things is that Sr. Helen prayed with Matthew and later prayed with the family of his victim. Pray for the lost, those who are stuck, those in the wrong, those who are victims. In doing this we are touching Christ himself in a real and meaningful way.
Whatever you do to the least of these you do it to me. We need to do this with urgency as if there were no time to waste.
Prayer of Fr. Slavko of Medugorje,
"Lord, grant
that I may always think as if it were to be my last thought
that I may speak as if it were to be my last word
that I may work as if it were to be my last deed
that I may suffer as if it were to be the last cross I could offer
that I may pray as if it were my last opportunity to speak to You while on Earth!"
(Fr. Slavko Barbaric OFM, Medugorje)
Tuesday, 11 November 2014
FAREWELL TO EDWARD
I am present
At his passing
This fine strong gentle
Man
Builder of boats
Husband father grandad
Deep strength of faith
On his knees even
In his agony
I brought him
Communion
He loved the sea
In me and made
Tea
Made me feel
Special
While we talked
Galway and other
Common ground
Fingering old timber
Caressed like the tender
Flesh of a loved one
The last call
Talked of hours
Urgent
Time to heed
Better instincts
Without hesitation
All generations gathered
Around his fading moments
To sing and say
Final farewells
Whipsered in his ear
One by one
Unrestrained Love
Anointing
Praying
Sé do bheatha
a Mhuire
Child's head
Resting on his breast
He falls asleep
Slips away
Rested
Monday, 10 November 2014
MEDITATION IN THE RAIN
In the premature falling
Night
Head bowed bent
Forward against the absence
Of an Indian Summer
Rain like Rice Crispies
Snap-crackle-popping
On the flapping plastic
Of my hood
Wind whipped ears
My eyes in custody
See only the ground
On which I walk
Isolated
The world empty now
Except for the odd stray
Runner squawking seagull
Scared crow
Swan heads buried
In the river
Hidden
But not hiding
I think of all the false
Belongings
I have tasted
The true belonging
Of Love
That draws me in
To the Claddagh church
Before Mass
Enfolded in the radiance
Of Your Face
Lifted up to intimate communion
YOU NEVER SAID
How is a child
Supposed to know
That the truth lies
Somewhere in between
Your scolding emotion
Scalded devotion?
You never said
That it was love
It feels like hate
The too-tight noose
Of your embrace
Sword of tongue
Tasting like captivity
Though you keep promising
Freedom
Friday, 7 November 2014
LAST LEAF FALLING
I.
A bit rough around the edges
Said Love
With tears
And a quivering voice
Like the fields he farmed
The soil that felt his footfall
Strong and straight
Loyal
Not easy then with
Weakness in another
Vulnerability became him
As with surprising grace
He himself surrendered
Allowing us a glimpse
Of something more tender
Faith-filled
Praying his way Homeward
With an eye for the frailest
Left behind
II.
He is laid to rest now
In this land that he loved
A calm November day
Sun shining, birds singing
Breeze blowing
Bough of trees bending
River flowing
Rainbow in a clear
Blue sky
Last leaf falling
Whistling in the wind
In this place there is
Peace
(In memory of Fr. Roger Rafter sac)
Strong and straight
Loyal
Not easy then with
Weakness in another
Vulnerability became him
As with surprising grace
He himself surrendered
Allowing us a glimpse
Of something more tender
Faith-filled
Praying his way Homeward
With an eye for the frailest
Left behind
II.
He is laid to rest now
In this land that he loved
A calm November day
Sun shining, birds singing
Breeze blowing
Bough of trees bending
River flowing
Rainbow in a clear
Blue sky
Last leaf falling
Whistling in the wind
In this place there is
Peace
(In memory of Fr. Roger Rafter sac)
Thursday, 6 November 2014
INTERCESSIONS FOR THE DECEASED AND THE BEREAVED
THE FEAST OF ALL SOULS 2ND NOVEMBER 2014
INTRODUCTION As we remember the dead
today we pray with great hope to the Lord who is constantly bringing life out
of death and light out of darkness.
PRAYER OF
THE FAITHFUL
We remember
our own dead and our own sadness … Tears speak out our grief, but they also
witness to our love and we are glad to have loved so much that we can cry. May those we have loved rest in your embrace,
O Lord.
LORD HEAR US
We remember
the loss and grief of others around us.
We think of the funerals we have been at in the last year … We pray
especially for those who are without consolation. LORD HEAR US
We pray for
all the people who have died in our community and in our country this past year
– older people; younger people; those who died content; those who died
struggling – all sharing in common that they died into the arms of our loving
God. LORD HEAR US
Wherever
there is grief, may hope be allowed to enter in and sit beside it, as its
silent companion. May we learn to
believe what we cannot see, that our life is hidden with Christ in God. LORD
HEAR US
We pray for
all who have died around the world in the last year. We pray for those who have starved to death;
for those who were victims of natural disasters; for those who were killed by
their fellow human beings. We pray,
knowing that you, Lord, have carved their names on the palm of your hand. LORD
HEAR US
We know that
each person dies just as they are. We
ask you, Lord to work through our prayers, for the forgiveness of their faults,
the purification of their souls and the completion of their journey into the
arms of your everlasting love. LORD HEAR US
CONCLUSION (by the Presider)
We make all our prayers through
Christ Our Lord Amen
Saturday, 1 November 2014
Prayer (In Loving Memory of Paul)
(In loving memory of my cousin Paul who found solace in the words of this poem and whose untimely death has given these words another meaning. November 3, 2012)
Place me on a shore at dusk
By the sea’s healing waters
Where thoughts like boats
Go floating by my mind’s eye
Some circling round
Or anchored to distract
Yet not to hide your Light
My Love
Place me at dusk on a shore
Where the soul’s calm sea
Is stormed and laid to rest
At your command
To contemplate your Light
My Love
This I ask
Amen!
By the sea’s healing waters
Where thoughts like boats
Go floating by my mind’s eye
Some circling round
Or anchored to distract
Yet not to hide your Light
My Love
Place me at dusk on a shore
Where the soul’s calm sea
Is stormed and laid to rest
At your command
To contemplate your Light
My Love
This I ask
Amen!
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