Holy Sonnet X

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou thinkst thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death…   It feels as though it shouldn’t happen on sunny days and yet it inevitably does. People seem to make a point of passing away under … More Holy Sonnet X

On Being Heard

Sometimes you just want to get on with your work. But the nurse on duty was being polite and asking what I studied. Then his moustache twitched excitedly and his eyes lit up and out poured a tale of world travel and priest training and the joy of hermeneutics. A discussion of Mary as co-redemptrix … More On Being Heard

The Lifter Up of Heads

You can be sad when Summer comes. It’s harder to admit though. Everyone else seems so caught up in the lighter nights and plans for holidays to exciting new places. Outside birds are nesting and temperatures gradually climbing, but inside your heart still huddles against the Winter winds.

Take heart, tired soul. Come to the Psalms with me. … More The Lifter Up of Heads

Raising Servants

It began with books, it always does. And then things happened and time passed and another book proved the catalyst, culminating in a throwaway comment by a man in a blue shirt which finally consolidated my thinking on the matter. Over the years I have been noticing a gradual disconnect amongst my generation. There is … More Raising Servants

Boy

** It has been a long, long time since I wrote this. I found it in an old notebook while I was clearing out and I realised that almost everything I write about has happened in the last six years. So here is something from long, long ago and far, far away.** Boy raised the … More Boy