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Retreat

A reflection based on my current Lent reading "The Missing Peace" by Chris Whittington, and thinking about Jesus' prayer practice. The irony is that this Lent I have never been busier, with impending changes, a certain book launch and a range of "routine" pastoral issues. So it could be a case of do what I say, not what I do, although I am looking forward to putting some of this into practice in my sabbatical after Easter. After hearing bad news. Before sharing good news. Before big decisions. After major events. When overwhelmed withdraw. Retreat in order to advance. In place of busyness stop. Answer noise with silence. Absent yourself. Check out. Choose solitude and find in that place that you are never alone. Selah

The Wilderness

Another brand new piece (hence its not in the new book), this time flowing from both the liturgical, season, the place we find ourselves in globally and the particular season that Sally and I find ourselves in at present. Wilderness is a repeated Biblical theme, ranging from the experience of the people of Israel in their Exodus from Egypt, through to Jesus' period of preparatory testing, and other individuals in between. It is portrayed as both a place of escape and of trial. It prompts some to look back longingly to slavery, others to wish for death, whilst the Psalmist seems to pine for it and the reliance on God it required. Physically I love wilderness spaces, but thats because I know I am only a visitor. But ending up there emotionally with no assurance of an imminent entry into a "Promised Land" is not my favourite experience. Ironically Bono and I have both drawn on the same source for our inspiration, namely Richard Rohr's "The Tears of Things." Ho...

Poetry (A reblog and a teaser)

I've been thinking a lot about next Friday's launch of my second collection of poems, and the reasons why I write poetry. I have repeatedly said that I am under no allusions as to my technical skill (any training I have recieved has been perfunctory and I've largey forgotten most of it) or profundity. Most of the poetry I write (with the exception of the "place poems" that I have written for events like the Wonderful Wander) and primarily personal, allowing me to get disordered thoughts out of an unfocused brain. I have never expected my poems or this blog to draw large numbers of "followers" ( the very idea makes me shudder), though I am pleased, and sometimes astounded when something I write seems to ring a bell with people... so the idea of having one printed collection of poetry never mind two is frankly mindblowing. What follows is the piece which acts as the "opener" in my 2nd colection, and expresses not only the form and fu...

Daylighting (A reblog)

Cheonggyecheon stream in Seoul, South Korea, daylighted from sewers in 2003. Image: Kaizer Rangwala, Flickr. As I said yesterday's poem was the last of the new pieces I wrote for this year's Wonderful Wander, but we didn't use it on the walk. Instead Mylie Brennan read this piece which I wrote a few years ago and which, consequently DOES feature in my new collection "Hedge Songs," which will be launched next Friday evening. As I said on the walk and when I originally posted this poem, daylighting is a contemporary urban environmental movement, encouraging urban planners to uncover culverted rivers and discover the difference that properly managed waterways and green spaces can make to the wellbeing of those living and working in cities. The UK has been relatively late to this global trend, but it might have a special resonance in my home city, which is actually named after a long-buried river. On our walk this year, after we left the banks of the Lagan we large...

The Fountain

The last of the new pieces written for this year's "Wonderful Wander", but this one was unused due to time constraints and a slight change of route. It was written about the Thomas Thompson Memorial Fountain on a traffic island at the junction of Bedford Street and Ormeau Avenue. It was erected in 1885 by Eliza, daughter of Dr. Thomas Thompson, in memory of her father who was one of Belfast’s pioneers in the fight against cholera, advocating for clean water supplies in the face of sceptics who believed that the disease was caused by an atmospheric "miasma". It was listed in 1970 but has long ceased to function as an operational fountain. The local Linen Quarter Business Improvement District have, over recent years, cleaned up the fountain and aspire to fully restore it, but even in the decade or so that I've been aware of its history the inscruptions on the red sandstone structure have become more indistinct. Hence the following poem... A memor...

What Side of the Road?

Continuing my deluge of poems in advance for the launch of Hedge Songs next week , here is another piece written for last week's "Wonderful Wander." It was great that my mate and fellow poet Jim Deeds was able to be back wandering with us this year, though we retained the services of Dr. Mylie Brennan to keep our facts straight and the average age down! As the three of us talked over the route in advance it was again interesting to note the different and similar perspectives of our city between Jim and me, him being brought up in the west as a Catholic and me an east Belfast Prod. Both our households got our "lemonade" from the "Maine Man" (see yesterday's poem), but as we talked about the Ormeau Road where we would come out of the Gasworks, he reminded me that in various parts of the city, including at this junction, in the "bad old days" the side of the road you walked on led to a presumption of whether you were a catholic of a protes...