I Am Said I (Huruma)

I have fallen in a heap Of stones on the beach At the quieting of the evening Waters gathered up As milk in a basin  In the crook of a mother's arm A place to uncover wounds Wounds heavily bandaged Wounds un-nameable Wounds that I protect From touch for fear Of further pain too much For me to bear Uncover these wounds For I have run out of options Every treatment tried I am hemorrhaging And have not even strength To touch the hem of Christ But let The Touch come upon The waiting of the open sore That I have become I can do no more than wait now (Killiney Beach August 29, 2013)

The Band ‘If anyone gives you a cup of water to drink just because you belong to Christ, then I tell you solemnly, he will most certainly not lose his reward.' (Mark 9) A cup of water given, the gift of a musical instrument, responding to a poor person, chance encounters, a photo posted on facebook - the prophetic nature of seemingly insignificant acts. Signs of the active presence of God in ordinary life experiences. It’s odd, even interesting at times how things converge. Sometimes I call it Providence. A friend posted a photo on facebook from the early 1970’s of the Mervue/Renmore Comhaltas Ceoltori featuring my sister Rosaleen and myself among others, including two members of St. Patrick’s School Band of which I also was a member. The following evening we were having dinner with a family who used to live beside us in Mervue, three of whom were home from the USA for a short break. An absolutely beautiful evening of connecting and remembering. We talked lightly ab...

Fresh Frozen Frost Freezing Feet For everyone God’s Son’s Godless  Distress  Arrested Divinity Dripping Drops of Blood Betrayed And kissed Dismissed Despicably