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

Kilbirnie / North Ayrshire, Uncategorized

Paisley Peace Group

Paisley Peace Group is a voluntary group of people who meet regularly in Paisley, Renfrewshire. The group has three main aims:

Acknowledge:  We acknowledge there is a force of Good in our lives which cannot be defined, we seek to acknowledge that good, share it and to be expectant of it.

Educate: The group’s charism is to teach and affirm English as a second language, we strive to offer ourselves as teachers and mentors both face to face and online and assist with the Group’s classroom activities when they take place. Students amongst us are paired with teachers or mentors and fully participate in all of our activities.

Inspire: We inspire our students to believe they can speak and communicate better and we carry inspiration to other people to join us, to become the best teachers and mentors they can be.

Paisley Peace Group is strictly not affiliated with any doctrine, Church, hierarchy or other denominational guideline and is open to absolutely anyone. We do not seek or solicit funding from students and meet our own costs when they arise.

Full training is provided. To get involved, please contact me using this site.

 

Kilbirnie / North Ayrshire, Poems, Uncategorized

Auld Simon´s Prayer – A poem for Lochwinnoch

O gentle bell, which rests within the tower;
The clock is wound to guard each sleeping hour,
Upon the Johnshill Brae where birds take flight,                                                              O Presence, Keep us sober, safe, tonight.

O shadows long, which cast upon the gates,                                                                Darkened thoughts of hopes deferred and hate,                                                      Love, illuminate my thought with golden threads,                                                    And give me purer, higher, better paths to tread.

Of youth who drink and dance upon the tombs,                                                    Amidst the birds as sunset hour looms,                                                                            Gentle Thing who always knows me best,                                                                  Keep me here within your gentle breast.

If your old brow does gusts of snow impart                     ,                                                A wintry  breeze does surely hit the heart,                                                                  Love, show me snowdrops during that cold spell,                                                              And fill my ears with dear Auld Simon´s bell.

 

 

catholic, Kilbirnie / North Ayrshire, Uncategorized

Marian Apparitions: Paisley and Lochwinnoch, Renfrewshire, Scotland.

Perhaps one of the least known of the Marian Apparitions started in Paisley on 16th July 1980 – 1985, restarting and continuing in 1998 and 2019,  to a (then) 13 year old boy called Peter.  Just to make a few comments about it:

The first Apparition happened outside one of the main doors of  Paisley Abbey, in farmland in Lochwinnoch known as “The Crooks” by three large rocks which sit in a field around 100 metres behind a council housing estate.

The highlights of these apparitions seemed to be:

  1. About the usage of the Rosary.
  2. Liturgy of the Hours in particular the Little Office of Our Lady of Mount Carmel, which was taught to Peter  by the Apparition, he subsequently wrote it down and has copied it.
  3. A Devotion to The Immaculate Heart of Mary, Our Lady of Mount Carmel and Our Lady of Paisley.
  4. A series of alarms or urges which Peter had, when he knew he had to write, or to go to a certain place  to meet with the Apparition.
  5.  A theme of usage of the Scottish Gaelic Language in religious texts.
  6. A general understanding  of  Spirituality and peace and Love for all people regardless of labels and religious denomination.

The weird thing about  this is that the Apparitions started behind Paisley´s Presbyterian Abbey (which once was a Catholic place).

Peter asked this question, “why here?” and was given the answer that “I do not see things or places as you see them, I see Love, not division”

 

Kilbirnie / North Ayrshire, Poems, Uncategorized

Poem about Kilbirnie #NorthAyrshire: The Mossend Mine

The Mossend Mine

While walking near the Mossend mine
I chanced upon a flower
I stopped and stared at beauty spent
and passed away the hour

Her leaves were yellow daffodils
where bees would pass the time
watching men go underground
While entering the mine

Her stem did sway with summer breeze
she slumbered on the brink
like a burdened miner walks
whilst thirsting for a drink

Suddenly a voice I heard
transported back in time
young men with blackened faces walked
deep inside that mine

Awaking, flowers, buttercups
Blessed me on my way
Whilst haunting thoughts of distant past
I carried through my day

So if a flower does call you back
to places, lands of yore,
dwell not in the realm of dreams
take only what is yours

Perhaps your flower is yet to come
in mountain, thoughts or clime
ne’er mind the times of centuries old
now is your only time