Christianity
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From Morning Light to Setting Sun
Sexagesima (the Second Sunday before Lent) draws our attention to the quiet, faithful work of God—the sowing of the seed, the shaping of hearts, the long patience of love that bears fruit in its time. Before we strive, before we worry, before the dawn itself, God is already at work. This hymn is a prayer… Continue reading
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Grace. Place. Presence.
This hymn grew out of a quiet attentiveness to place—to fields, water, stone, and memory—and to the way faith so often takes root through landscape rather than abstraction. Drawing on the life and legacy of St Mel, it traces a spiritual geography shaped by County Longford and Ardagh: hills walked slowly, wells where prayer lingers,… Continue reading
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Shepherd. Host. High King.
This hymn began with a simple wondering: What if Christ doesn’t only meet us at the table, but walks the whole week with us? Faith is rarely confined to sacred hours. It unfolds in Mondays heavy with responsibility, Wednesdays full of noise, Fridays marked by grief, and Saturdays thick with waiting. This hymn traces the… Continue reading
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Claimed. Accompanied. Sent.
I wrote this hymn slowly, paying attention to water. Not water as an idea, but water as something that moves, waits, gathers, seeps, and returns. Water that has weight and sound and temperature. Water that holds memory. Baptism is often talked about as a moment—something that happens and is done. For me, baptism has always… Continue reading
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Succession. Loss. Continuity.
For more than seventy years, the sixth of February carried a singular weight in the United Kingdom and other Commonwealth realms. As Accession Day, it marked the moment when private loss and public duty first converged, and over time it became a fixed point in the national memory—quietly observed rather than celebrated. I wrote this… Continue reading
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Courage. Gentleness. Wisdom
This hymn grew out of listening rather than certainty. It brings together two women who never met, yet somehow recognise one another across time and land. Saint Agatha, standing her ground in the hard stone world of Rome, and Saint Brigid, whose holiness took root in hearth-fire, field, and care for ordinary people. One knew… Continue reading
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Flour. Aprons. Presence.
For many of us, faith is encountered not first through abstraction or silence, but through texture, rhythm, repetition, and shared work. This poem emerges from the sensory world of baking—warmth, fragrance, patience, and touch—and attends to grace as something embodied and practiced rather than merely believed. Written to be read, prayed, or sung, it traces… Continue reading
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Lines. Rise. Twice.
When the Words Arrive Twice This morning I wrote a poem for a grieving friend. The words came quickly—not rushed, but with that quiet certainty that sometimes accompanies deep care. They felt true. They felt needed. They felt like mine to offer. And yet, before I pressed “publish,” I did what many of us do:… Continue reading
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God’s Whisper Everywhere
A short poem in celebration of God’s whisper written during a restless night. Continue reading
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Walk. Prayer. Grace – “We walk Saint Brigid’s way today”
We walk Saint Brigid’s way today We walk Saint Brigid’s way todayThrough Monasterevin’s grace;With pilgrim hearts and steady stepsWe seek God’s holy place.We gather at the parish church,One family in prayer;To bless the road, to share the light,And meet Christ walking there.We thank you, God, for shepherds sentTo guide this flock with care;For bishops who,… Continue reading
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Seedtime. Light. Pilgrimage.
This hymn is offered as a prayer for the turning of the year, when winter loosens its grip and the first signs of new life appear in field, garden, and soul. Rooted in the landscapes of Kildare and shaped by the rhythms of early spring, it gives thanks for creation renewed and for God’s living… Continue reading
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Carried. Promise. Radiance.
Written for Candlemas (The Presentation of the Lord), this hymn celebrates Christ as the Light of the nations at the turning of the year. Drawing on the witness of Simeon and Anna, and set within the landscape and seasonal rhythms of Ireland, it weaves biblical faith with themes of light, hope, and patient renewal. 87… Continue reading
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Silence. Suffering. Steadfastness.
A day of uneasy memory, quiet courage, and layered history. On 30 January, NeuroDivine holds space for complexity, conscience, and the land’s long remembering—and offers a new hymn rooted in Leinster’s fields for those who honour your servant Charles with tenderness rather than triumph. Continue reading
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Starfield. Shadow. Covenant.
This hymn is shaped by the daily readings at Morning Prayer for today from the Church of England. It draws together the promise God makes to Abram beneath the night sky, Christ’s faithful obedience in the garden, and the Spirit’s work of forming trust and courage in us today. Set in the landscapes of water,… Continue reading
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Lead. Glass. Light.
Inspired by the Celtic Irish tradition, this hymn blesses the craft of stained glass as a sign of Christ the Light made present through human hands. Circles and interlace, holy wells and hilltops, saints and living waters all speak of a faith where creation, artistry, and prayer are held together. The hymn invites the community… Continue reading
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Brigid. Pat. Sarah.
From Brigid’s fire to today’s Church, a hymn of gratitude and hope, attentive to calling and the Spirit’s movement in an Irish Church still becoming Continue reading
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Ground. Way. Breath.
I’ve been sitting for a while with the idea that faith is something made as much as it is believed—shaped by hands, time, weather, and patience. This hymn grew out of that sense of slow, faithful craft. It’s written with stone in mind: quarries and chisels, walls raised and repaired, the quiet devotion of people… Continue reading
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Roots. Reverence. Resonance.
Sometimes the most unexpected conversations become the doorway to something sacred. At a recent family gathering, one of my father’s cousins pulled me aside with a spark in her eye—the kind that says I’ve just discovered something, and I need to tell someone who will understand. She and her husband have begun learning about the… Continue reading
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Threads. Loom. Beauty.
Some hymns arrive not just as words but as sensations—colours, textures, patterns that settle into the body before they ever reach the intellect. The hymn I’m sharing today is one of those pieces. It grew out of my own love for the way creation speaks in colour and form, and how many neurodivergent people encounter… Continue reading
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Eighty. Honour. Joy.
On Saturday we celebrated my mother’s 80th birthday—a milestone full of stories, laughter, and a few happy tears. I had written a hymn for her, and despite battling a stubborn cough that made speaking a challenge, I managed to read it aloud for her and for everyone gathered. It wasn’t easy, but it was worth… Continue reading
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