I Am Said I (Huruma)

That the Wedding at Cana takes place on the third day is very significant because it alludes to the day on which Jesus rose from the dead and it points us all, and especially the married couple, in the direction of the resurrection. It is an invitation to new life, to the joy that flows from Jesus himself, the joy of the Holy Trinity. A married couple become one body, one Icon of God, a window giving us a glimpse into God; one revelation of who God is and they live the priesthood of Christ in a way that is not lived by the ministerial priesthood - their love for each other is the supreme image of Christ’s love for the Church. In giving birth to children they reflect the life-giving priesthood of God the Father. A Christian family in turn becomes an Icon and reflection of the family of the most Holy Trinity. Marriage and family offer us the various expressions of the One Love of God – espousal, fatherhood, motherhood and the childhood – each of which is found in Sacred Scriptur...

She has courage This woman in labour Who holds And feels The pain Without A sound Moments Minutes Hour upon Twenty hours She is Israel Wrestling All Creation Groaning The all consuming Fight for life Fighting with Life With God Injured Blessed Bringing into Being

Excavate the tomb Exhume humus Death Decay Disintegration The dank ugliness Of it Of me Reduced Returned To nothing Ash Wednesday's Reminder Remember! I forgot And never thought  To die while still Alive The humbling Of the self Long seasons Of dust Laid waste I am the soil The seed that Waits The warming sun The morning dew The harvest of the lowly Risen Restored Regained

My nephew is a very good body builder and he invited me to the Mr. Ireland show that he was competing in last Sunday. I’m not all that keen on the display of big muscles, though maybe I’m envious, but I went anyway because I love him. And there I found myself in a big long queue outside the Olympia, easily the oldest and smallest man around. I've never been inside the Olympia Theatre. Passed it by many times as I drove through Dame Street. It's got a lovely facade and entrance. Old world. It's been a busy Sunday, a very painful week and I've just come from a christening gathering which was very hard to break away from. A family that I have come to love.  They throw buckets full of love all over me, without ever wanting to possess me. And they talk non stop which means that I don't have to think about talking but end up taking as much as any of them. The queue for the box office is massive. Massive for me anyway because I don't like stand...

I walk through the doors Of beautiful Hope Falling headlong Into sadness Tears rising From the well Inside me As though I had entered Into death Instead of life To grieve and not To be consoled The river that runs Is stronger than I Water will not be Held back Weeping will not Restrain itself Much longer It is the only Expression left To me