catholic, Christian Science, Poems, Uncategorized

Paisley Abbey New Minister Appointment August 2021

A poem for the Installation of the New Minister Elspeth McKay.

The first Abess in Cloister´s grove, forcing change as Love demands

The poisoned chalice passed in sight, yet Love demands she does not drink.

A higher view where Angels dwell is upon her shoulders bright

No politics nor Kirk Board stern can stop unfolding Love.

Ancient stones do quake and fall, maternal Love doth take it´s place

Altars made of Stone fall down for Love is here.

Stones adorned by men, ancient saints bowed down to Love and it´s Man of Sorrows

The day demands woman goes forth to slay Goliath and put to rest honoured time traditions.

Love comes and rests with her own and all is still, where Love is found

Rainbows of Light as Love descends, the snake is found beneath her feet

Appoints the best.

Elspeth comes and Love draws near. Surely Divine Love is best seen in the heart of a woman

and Love is reflected in Love.

Christian Science, Poems, Uncategorized

Snow in Paisley December 2020

And comes a pure white blanket laid

around the river Cart

Across the darkened thoughts of man

a Love which does impart

And o´er the bogs and swamps there´s ice

up to the Abbey door

A voice says “Man with all your cares

be still for just an hour”

The darkened views of waning health,

exchanged for winter cheer

The snow reflects a gentle calm

upon the town so dear

And on the braes the deer are seen

walking proudly by

For no man can touch their safety now

upon their mountain high

Upon the tombs of rested men

lies layers of icy sense

Reflecting that the One great Mind

preserves their innocence

catholic, Christian Science, islam, Uncategorized

Fear Culture

We seem to be living now in a culture driven by fear:

“you have to do what we tell you or you could die”

“you have to do as we say or we will punish you”

“if you vote for the wrong person, you will suffer”

“If you don´t protest, communism, marxism or another ism will come and destroy all of us”

These are just a few choice statements heard over the last year and only one of them has anything to do with physical health. Yet we find ourselves bound up in the hands of what seems to be a person or system who doesn´t seem to know what´s happening. It changes it´s mind daily. It would be nice if there was one person we could blame for all of this but actually, even if we remove our governments and politicians these bad opinions about power over another will remain.

Lets look away from people today and see just what these things are: “opinions” – we can choose our response to this by loving. I find a random act of kindness, ordering flowers for someone a surprise phone call or text can really brighten someone´s day and also helps me to understand that in my world, there is nothing to be afraid of, in fact my life has not changed. Just one small act daily can be very empowering in the face of anxiety. As the song says “Love, isn´t Love until you give it away”

Let´s start by reversing some of the opinions fed to us daily, we can choose not to watch the media, get news once a day or better still get rid of the TV. Let´s make our own virus, one of loving kind thoughts which inspire and help others through creativity, kindness and generosity. You might be surprised how quickly other opinions vanish from our sight and how quickly, these acts of kindness can spread in what seems to be a culture of fear.

Christian Science, Kilbirnie / North Ayrshire, Poems, Uncategorized

Calling Freedom – A Poem for Scottish Independence

Notice how strongly the fire begins to burn, fed by the air of Freedom
Who has ever fought against our Freedom and won?
See how it burns away bad opinions, and the water of our burns flood
For our betterment, our blood and our places, the water rises.

See the fire and water rise
Hear the winds of our mountains roar
See how they come to take their own, calling for us to stay faithful
Do not stem the water or extinguish the fire
Leave our land’s trees and its streams and it´s fires
To call Freedom, the voice carried in the wind

The courageous gun and sword laid down before our enemies
Shining and moving in museums of a time long ago
Quaking and shaking of cannons in castles
Water and fire is what defends us now, ancestral whispers, Fed by Freedom´s breath of air

See the fire and water rise
Hear the winds of our mountains roar
See how they come, to take their own, calling for us to stay faithful
Do not stem the water or extinguish the fire
Let our land’s trees and its streams and it´s fires, be,
To call Freedom, the voice carried in the wind

Christian Science, Kilbirnie / North Ayrshire, Poems

The Hawthorn – Kilbirnie auld cemetery poem

Daniel 2: 21

Upon the leaf of hawthorn green appears a drop of dew, with spiders webs reflecting frost upon the bush´s hue.

And comes an Angel staff in hand, reflected in the drop, where Lord and Lady Crawford lie, with sticks and lollipops.

As the sun does take a turn, the whited ground turns green, the Angel walks towards the gate and light shines in between.

And as the dew dries for the day, a sign that autumn comes, as well as days where dew will stay till sunset has begun.

And as the Angel´s shadow moves along the back kirk wall, acid rain from steel work days the people do recall.

Her sandals bare, they leave a trace of markings in the clay, where snowdrops rise beneath her feet on snowy winter days.

And to the gate she slowly walks, her staff upon the ground, with every turn a splash of white can surely here be found.

By the sign of service times, a smaller crack appears, a line upon an ageing brow brings a grandson´s fears.

And as she leaves, our minds are changed but not filled up with fear, her coming speaks of life more meek with passing of the years.