When I die I want to be In the sights and sounds Of a forest green. There with a faithful friend Who makes me smile! Close upon my heels. With purple heather in full bloom, Air with the scent of pine And thrush and blackbird singing sweet. I want to be bathed In the rays of a warm embrace. Carried by the flow of love. When I die, I want to be home in the familiar – The true centre of me. I want to live Within the beauty and goodness My heart has sometimes known And often ached for. When I die, I want to be with The essence of all I have loved Once embodied in this world And long imprinted on my soul.
Training For Ministry
A light beckoned, An invitation Given free as gift. Received with open Heart and hands. With space and time To ponder and discern. Together in faith We engage and explore Catechism of church, Challenge of change Events of past, Possibilities for future. Listening to the Word, Sharing wisdom of life, Gaining insight And knowledge. Seeking balance, Preparing ground, Making space For Spirit to flow.
Skellig Islands -visited Aug. 2019


Welcome!
This blog is written first and foremost to share my poetry. “From the Heart” is my first collection which is posted on the following pages. I hope you enjoy.
