spiritual, Uncategorized

Mother´s Evening Prayer by Mary Baker Eddy poem

Mother’s Evening Prayer

O gentle presence, peace and joy and power;
O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour,
Thou Love that guards the nestling’s faltering flight!
Keep Thou my child on upward wing tonight.

Love is our refuge; only with mine eye
Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall:
His habitation high is here, and nigh,
His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.

O make me glad for every scalding tear,
For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain!
Wait, and love more for every hate, and fear
No ill, — since God is good, and loss is gain.

Beneath the shadow of His mighty wing;
In that sweet secret of the narrow way,
Seeking and finding, with the angels sing:
“Lo, I am with you alway,” — watch and pray.

No snare, no fowler, pestilence or pain;
No night drops down upon the troubled breast,
When heaven’s aftersmile earth’s tear-drops gain,
And mother finds her home and heav’nly rest.

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Kilbirnie / North Ayrshire, Poems, Uncategorized

#poem About A Rowan Tree, #kilbirnie #northayrshire

I’ve been writing poetry about Kilbirnie and the area for many years now. You can see all of them here on my site. This one is about the Rowan Tree which was in my Grandfather’s garden in Castle Drive. Its likely still there.

In the shade of Grandpa’s house
There stood a Rowan Tree
Where my Brother tried to climb
With Rosalyn and me

Every day my Grandpa came
Admired towering boughs
While we as children playing there
Saw darkened twigs and crows

Shadows hung upon his life
With towering darkened power
Yet we as children plain could see
Their withering every hour

Its leaves held back the sunshine light
Its branches stern with years
Sitting with his chair and pipe
It calmed away his fears

Yet we as children playing in sight
Saw only twigs and leaves
Revealing more of sky to us
Than he could ever see

We pointed up at shafts of light
Throughout the darkened power
Whilst he preferred the shaded glade
To pass the wakened hour

We saw sun and endless days
Upon his chair he sat
Despite the passing years it stood
The tree was sound at heart

Kilbirnie / North Ayrshire, Poems, Uncategorized

#glengarnock #poem #northayrshire

If Glengarnock were a nightingale
All day it’s song would sing
Around the houses, through the streets
Oh the joy that it would bring

It’s tiny feet upon the roofs
Of buildings, trees and lawns
Spreading joy on little wings
And chirping at the dawn

Songs of hope and thanksgiving
For all the good thats here
From Auchengree to Barkip farm
With eyes so crisp and clear

And by the station trees it sits
For all the passers by
None can silence joy and hope
As the bird soars in the sky

On the coldest winter morn
Or by the frozen burn
The bird will chirp its peace and love
At every waking turn

And on the happy days of spring
While children take to rest
The little bird at Longbar farm
Will nestle in its nest

Kilbirnie / North Ayrshire, Poems, Uncategorized

My #Grandmother #poem

My Grandmother

Standing at the window back,
Playing solitaire
Watching all the cars move by
Without a worldly care

No wifi box, nor mobile phone,
No longing in her eyes
A peaceful soul, that Love enfolds
Watching the day’s sunrise

A greeted smile, with teapot on
When e’er someone did call
Tales of yesterday were spun
Until the night did fall

And then arrived my grandpa home
“Came aff the 2 tae 10”
With dinner made she would persuade
Some chores before his bed

Just like the Queen of Hearts, she played
The cards she knew and dealt
We were appointed knaves and Jacks
And served her kingdom well

But woe the man who dared to say
Or challenge her kingdom
For with one stare or deathly glare
was banished e’er so soon

Kilbirnie / North Ayrshire, Poems, Uncategorized

The Oak: #Poem about #Kilbirnie #northayrshire

The Oak

If all who claimed to love someone
Came under one oak tree
The town would surely empty up
Walking towards the spree

Perhaps the public park’s too small
To hold nine thousand folk
Maybe the Golf course or at Place
There lies that sacred oak

Or in a field at Baillieston
With branches stretching high
Would crowds of folk bustle around
Show love with tearful eyes?

If Love brought down from empty shelves
Like books or DVDs
Was brought to act in people’s lives
What feelings there would be

A main street perhaps with rose petals
Or colours from the blooms
People chatting at the cross
While bands played Tara Boom

If everyone said simply “thanks”
To neighbours, friends and foe
Or if per chance a pleasant smile
So Love may freely go

What if the morn brought questions like,
Who can I bless today?
How much a little town could change
And put her on her way.

Imagine Tesco selling love
What sadness that would be
For surely that would mean a death
to sacred old oak trees

Gaelic, Uncategorized

#gaelic #poem

beanntan mo bhaile
beanntan mo inntinn
rudan cruaidh, inntinn bean, bean, bean nighe,
dà aodann bonn

Gleann mo shinnsirean
a ’gairm orm, athair do mhac
guthan, guthan nàdair, a ‘ghaoth, an talamh, na reultan,
sia ginealaich de ghaol

Ceò nan cnuic
ceò mo inntinn,
sgòthan mo smuaintean, mo bheatha, mo shluagh
trì neòil anns na speuran

Poems, Uncategorized

#easter2018 #poem for #kilbirnie #northayrshire

Gently rising over mountains and hills
the new April morning where birds gently shrill
new born lambs dance closely by mills
as Easter dawns in Kilbirnie

Sacred songs, worship, with words full of praise
in the Barony, chapel and places of faith
Children hunt eggs and voices are raised
as Easter dawns in Kilbirnie

Another ray shines, over those still asleep
shining in light, of spring from the glebe
A baby is born, little feet, mothers weep
as Easter dawns in Kilbirnie

Families do gather for dinner and wine
while others resent it and bitterly whine
cyclists ride bikes, on old railway lines
as Easter dawns in Kilbirnie