On a strange spring

while we are

isolating

retreating

dying back

spring is

engaging

advancing

being born

the temerity of daffodils?

wearing yellow to a funeral?

arriving rejoicing to a dirge?

they have earned their colours

knowing year on year

both death and resurrection

being born and lost and born again

for such a time as this.

(c) Andy McNeish

THE MOOSIE’S PRAYER

 

A puir wee kirk moose aa forlorn

Its furry coat fair sairly worn

Sank doon upon its bony knees

And prayed – for just a wee bit cheese.

 

The tears ran doon its wee thin cheeks

But nane could hear the saddest squeaks

That drifted on the cauld nicht air

Till whiles it couldnae pray nae mair.

 

Syn daylicht cam, the kirk bells rang

The doors swung open wi a bang

Communion Day had come oan by

Wi wine and plates o breid piled  high.

 

The wee moose lay as still as daith

And watched it aa wi bated braith

Then thocht – “If I keep awfu quate

A bit might just fa aff a plate.”

 

And so it gazed as roond they went

Then just as tho’twas heaven-sent

Whit landed right upon its heid

But twa lumps o communion breid!

 

The staff o life layon the flair – 

Then, bounteous answer tae his prayer,

Juist as he thocht, “It looks fell dry,”

Ae body couped some wine forbye!

 

Wee moosie stoated up the aisle

Wearin sic a boozy smile,

The folk stopped singin, fair aghast

Tae see a drunken moose walk past.

 

The organist fell aff his chair,

The meenister could only stare

Tae see this drunken, sinfue moose

Cavortin in his sacred hoose.

 

At last it staggered up the nave

Then turned an gied a happy wave.

“I ken noo when it’s time tae pray,

I’ll dae it on Communion Day!”

We met together,
Just a start.
We walk together,
Two metres apart.
We see each other - sharing.
We hear each other - caring.
We joined in prayer, as in a room.
God bless us all - and Zoom !  

And the people stayed at home

 

and people stayed home

and read books and listened

and rested and exercised

and made art and played

and learned new ways of being

and stopped

and listened deeper

someone meditated

someone prayed

someone danced

someone met their shadow 

and people began to think differently

 

and people healed

and in the absence of people who lived in ignorant ways

dangerous meaningless and heartless

even the earth began to heal…

 

and when the danger ended

and people found each other

grieved for the dead people

and they made new choices

and dreamed of new visions

and created new ways of life

and healed the earth completely

just as they were healed themselves

 

Kathleen O’Meara

A Butterfly in the Pandemic

 

Today, a butterfly,

the first of the year,

caught my eye

emerging into Spring,

and brought me hope.

 

For you too, little one, have    

been cocooned like us.

Your playmates gone,

wrapped around with silence

as you waited.            

 

Could you have known how

beautiful you’d be

when you arose?

For you have grown

in trusting patience

to such a transformation.

 

So, may our fears

and broken dreams,

our flowing tears

for this world’s sorrow,

transform our hearts to deeper love

to live tomorrow.

Lyn McCrave 26th March 2020

Excerpt from To Bless the Space Between Us

John O’Donoghue (2008)

 

This is the time to be slow,
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes.

Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.

If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning.

New Kilpatrick Parish Church

28 Kirk Place

Bearsden G61 3RT

 

Rev Roddy Hamilton

0141 942 8827

Scottish Charity SC012997

Unless otherwise stated, all material on this website is copyright New Kilpatrick Church

 

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