Faith
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Star. Blackthorn. Light.
On this Epiphany morning—Nollaig na mBan—we gather around quiet revelations: frost on bog cotton, bare branches holding promise, and the steady light that guides us home. A new hymn rises from the Irish landscape, blessing the unseen, the faithful, and the radiant Christ who meets us in every dawn. Continue reading
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Star. Street. Sanctuary.
Star-led paths. Hidden gifts. A healing touch. On the twelfth day, we remember those who walk differently, pray deeply, and offer mercy in quiet ways. A hymn for the ones who follow light others miss—and for the saint who welcomed them. Continue reading
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Flow. Bridge. Threshold.
The Eleventh Day of Christmas is a threshold day—not quite the brightness of Epiphany, not quite the hush of midwinter, but something in between. Those of us who live with neurodivergent rhythms often recognise this “in‑between” space instinctively: the pause before the next step, the quiet moment when light begins to gather but hasn’t yet… Continue reading
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Riverbank. Roundabout. Peace.– A hymn inspired by Psalm 23 — “The Lord is here beside me now” (CM)
The Lord is here beside me now 1. The Lord is here beside me now, in every step I take; He leads me by the Barrow’s edge as morning starts to break. 2. Along the quiet canal-side path He steadies heart and mind; in all the routes my day unfolds His faithful care I find.… Continue reading
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Light. Frost. Presence.
The tenth day of Christmas rarely draws attention. No feast, no fanfare, no special observance in the Church of Ireland—just a quiet winter day held within Christmastide’s long, slow glow. Yet for many of us, especially those who move through the world with neurodivergent rhythms, these “unmarked” days can feel like home. They offer space… Continue reading
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Language. Matters. Always.
Worship isn’t a slogan. It’s a rhythm of truth. Christians worship the Triune God — not instead of creation, not against people, but through love that holds all things together. When language gets loud, clarity matters more than ever. Continue reading
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Heron. Curlew. Peace. – “By the Shannon’s flowing waters” (Double Common Metre)
A congregational hymn inspired by St Munchin, Limerick’s patron, who exemplifies quiet community building, hospitality, and steady faith, inspiring love and welcome in ordinary places. Continue reading
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Name. Covenant. Praise.
New Year’s Day in the Christian calendar invites us into a quieter beginning than the world expects. While fireworks fade and resolutions rush in, the Church turns its gaze to something far smaller and far more tender: an eight‑day‑old child, named and marked in the flesh. The Feast of the Circumcision and Naming of Christ… 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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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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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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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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