December 2025
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Glory. Courage. Year’s‑End: A Hymn for St Sylvester’s Day – “O Christ, the Light of every year” (Common Metre)
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 hymn for St Egwin’s Day – “In Bethlehem’s still-shining night” (Long Metre)
The hymn honorus Saint Egwin of Worcester, celebrating his peaceful life, faith, and the hope of Christmas amidst winter’s quiet. 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: A hymn for St Thomas Becket’s Day — “In Christmas light Your servants stand” (LM)
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.
Navigating unclear menus can frustrate neurodivergent individuals, highlighting the need for clear communication and predictable dining experiences. Continue reading
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Sorrow. Mercy. Peace: A hymn for the Holy Innocents — “Christ, whose star still burns with mercy” (87 87 87)
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 hymn for St John the Evangelist – “O Word of God, in darkness born” (CM)
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: Hymn for St Stephen — “The Christ-child comes in lowly grace” (CM)
The Christ-child comes in lowly grace Hymn for St Stephen, First Martyr (CM) 1. The Christ‑child comes in lowly grace, God’s Word in flesh revealed; And Stephen, first in martyr’s place, Bears witness unconcealed. 2. The light that shone in Bethlehem Now crowns him from above; He sees the Lord who once was hemmed In… 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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Incarnation. Hearth. Peace.
Two altars, one story, and a quiet Christmas wrapped in warmth, presence, and apple crumble. Continue reading
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Midnight. Music. Mystery: A Christmas hymn about the organ — “At midnight, when the church is still” (CM)
The hymn reflects on the serene beauty of Christmas Eve, highlighting the organ’s music, hope, and community connections amidst personal gratitude and the festive season’s emotional depth. Continue reading
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Shift. Grace. Arrival.
A quiet reflection for a day shifted out of rhythm—when plans move, the centre wavers, and yet presence meets you exactly where you are. In the midst of a rearranged moment, a promise settles close. Continue reading
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Clay. Cornerstone. Calm.
A quiet meditation for a day that doesn’t follow the script, on being clay, being carried, and being steadied by the One who holds everything together. Continue reading
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Dawn. Light. Rising.
A quiet reflection from the organ bench on the day when light begins to return. Continue reading
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Doorways. Darkness. Dawn.
In the deepening dark, a key turns—and hope finds its way in. Continue reading
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Hidden. Growing. Faithful.
A reflection on the quiet places where hope takes root and grace begins to grow. Continue reading
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Fire. Law. Arm.
A flame that does not consume, a covenant that honours difference, an arm stretched out to redeem. Continue reading
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Wisdom. Hidden. Tradition.
A cryptic note in the Prayer Book calendar whispers of O Sapientia. Without the story, it slips past unnoticed. Yet here, at Advent’s threshold, Wisdom speaks—ordering all things sweetly, inviting us to pause and learn the way of prudence. Continue reading
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Waiting. Practising. Proclaiming.
Caught between Advent’s hush and Christmas’ song, even the organ bench becomes a place of paradox—where longing and joy are rehearsed side by side. Continue reading
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