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Glory. Courage. Year’s‑End.
A hymn for St Sylvester’s Day — the quiet hinge between year’s-end and Christmastide light. In the glow of Bethlehem and the steadiness of pastoral care, we find courage for the turning of time. With new words for old paths, this post honours the holiness of showing up, even in storm-tossed days. Continue reading
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Mary. Vision. Light.
A winter saint steps into the glow of Christmas, where a mother’s guidance, a shepherd’s heart, and a dawning light meet. In these middle days of the season, his story invites us to look again at how grace appears — sometimes in vision, sometimes in silence, always in the turning toward mercy. Continue reading
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Chosen and Kept: The Sacred Liturgy of Presence and Care
In the quiet hum of the dialysis unit, where machines pulse with steady rhythms and time is measured in millilitres, Declan and Marcus find a sanctuary. Their story is not one of mere survival but of abiding joy, friendship, and the sacred dance of queer kinship amidst constraint. Dialysis life imposes limits—fluid restrictions, dietary rules, Continue reading
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Swords. Martyr. Light.
On the fifth day of Christmas, the light of the manger meets the courage of a martyr. Thomas Becket’s witness invites us to consider what it means to stand for truth with a steady, compassionate heart. His story reminds us that Christmas peace is not passive but brave, and that even in a world shaped… Continue reading
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Tuna. Melt. Miscommunication.
🥪 When “Set Menus” Aren’t Actually Set A NeuroDivine reflection on clarity, communication, and the humble Tuna Melt Today’s small frustration: ordering a simple Tuna Melt in Supermac’s SuperSubs and discovering (again) that a “set sub” isn’t actually a set sub at all. The menu says Tuna Melt.The ingredients listed are tuna, cheddar, mayo.But when Continue reading
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Sorrow. Mercy. Peace.
One star. One silence. One prayer. On the fourth day of Christmas, we remember the Holy Innocents — children lost to violence, grief held in the heart of the season. This hymn is a quiet offering: a song for mercy, healing, and the fragile hope that still flickers in the dark. Continue reading
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Eagle. Word. Friend.
A small gift for St John’s Day: a new hymn for our patron, inspired by the Beloved Disciple and shaped by the familiar strains of St Columba and Ballerma. Continue reading
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Child. Cross. Crown.
Lately I’ve been trying to write some hymns. It turns out that finding the right words for what the heart already knows is its own kind of prayer. Some days the lines arrive like old friends; other days they hide behind the kettle, waiting for me to stop trying so hard. Still, there’s something hopeful Continue reading
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Midnight Garden Diplomacy
Three shapes in the dark, a brief standoff, before the night exhaled again. Continue reading
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Hush. Hearth. Wonder.
✨ Christmas Day gathers us in church and home, around tables and stories where rhyme becomes its own kind of prayer. I’ve written a new Christmas carol — not for melody, but for the way words can hold family, food, faith, and the Saviour’s quiet nearness. A small song in rhyme for a day full… Continue reading
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