PROLOGUE TO APRIL
Glimpses of Eden
Spring arrived in the form of the seagull
flying low into the teeth of the gale.
Though a storm was engulfing the whole country,
and damaging gusts whipped the wintry river white,
the black-headed gull flying upstream
towards us was in its glorious
All winter, this bird has had a white head,
but in the past few weeks its hood
has taken on the dark chocolate plumage
we all know and love ......
Several years ago I wrote the following poem,
which has been printed in
CELTIC DAILY LIGHT
A Spiritual Journey
Be still and know that I am God.
In the ground of your being I have my home
so do not seek me in the world apart.
Within your spirit true communion lies.
You are no homeless stranger in a land afar
no alien in a foreign shore
for I am with you.
Do but be still and know that I am God.
I look upon the world with your dark eyes
I feel the flowing air on your cool cheek
I hear the twittering in the moving trees
for with your senses I perceive.
I am with you, I am within you.
So do not turn away but come to rest in me.
Within you is our meeting place.
But be still, and I will speak in silence
to your loving, wayward heart.
Dame Paula Fairlie OSB
Feast Day Flowers
THE TABLET 30 March 2019
Pope Francis is clear that Lenten and lifelong conversion
asks everything of us.
Conversion asks for change in mind, heart and even body;
perhaps even to the extent of losing our lives.
However, Pope Francis is equally clear
that conversion will not cost happiness,
will not cheat us of human fulfilment.
Happiness hinges on holiness.
True human happiness needs healing and hope
that holiness holds out;
holiness helps us to become fully human ......
The goal of conversion is communion
with God and others.
Repentance is a turning to holiness,
returning to receive
the happiness for which we were created.
Holiness is the hall mark of authentic happiness.
KEVIN OGORMAN SMA
Wallflowers in our garden
The queen bumblebee flew-round and round me.
She thought my blue jacket was a flower.
After months of hibernating
in a little underground hole,
the huge bee was ravenous.
Fortunately, an equally eye-catching
dandelion patch grew nearby.
Abandoning the brightly coloured
but nutrition-less jacket,
she buzzed over to the dandelions,
and commenced feeding.....
From GLIMPSES OF EDEN by
April seems to be an unstable month.
Rain continues to fall -
and then the sun shines.
The birds quest for food
for their newly hatched young
and fly away with beaks full of soft bread.
It is cold outside, and the bare trees stand still.
The Welsh hills stand hidden.
The daffodil season is almost over
and now some tulips are in bloom.
The rain has ceased to fall for several days.
The garden birds are diligently feeding their nestling
on some of the fresh bread
which is broken up for them every morning.
The garden is full of flowers.
The tiny blue forget-me-nots
are a special delight.
We are now heading towards Palm Sunday.
O Cross of Christ, immortal tree
On which our Saviour died,
The world is sheltered by your arms
That bore the Crucified.
WITH OUR LOVE AND PRAYERS