Flowing to a land of peace We watch her gentle stream Old Churches, schools ravished by time Reflect her gentle beams. Starry nights and sun-filled days Upon her granite poised Where children played upon the bridge O´er shadowed now with noise. Yet peace she brings with every stone Where faltering birds do nest And otters with their children come To take their peace and rest. In her divine appointed flow Fear leaves no saddened thoughts For change is named upon her brow With no heightened sense of loss. And by her banks sweet angels flow Attending to their wards while we stand upon the bridge alone With only darker thoughts. Yet sweet repose and Love are here For all who hear her song Far away from bills to pay And every sense of wrong. Her gentle flowing higher streams Do guide us in our thoughts to a peaceful place of mind flowing o´er the darker rocks. ´Tis good for us to stop and hear Her gentle peaceful flow While Angels pass with quieter thoughts Allowing us to grow.
The bing was a huge mound of gravel and stone which was left there after the housing estate was built in the 1950s. It was replaced with a kids play area in the 1980s. The other Warriors bing in the Largs Hills was presumably called that because of where the Battle of Largs took place,
O the years upon the bing, with cousin Margaret children played,
Climbing up with all our power by Newhouse drive where people stayed,
Amid the thorns and grey cement there seemed a moment, time well spent,
And sliding down the gravel slope, I skinned my knees without a hope,
My grannie waiting at the door, with borax, plasters by the score.
O the hills we thought were steep, when now an older life we keep,
Mountains, slopes upon our minds, perhaps a bing of different kind,
Climbing o’er our darker thoughts, just like the thistles we did trod,
Lessons from the bing well learnt, of my granny’s soothing balm
O how that Love returns to me, and brings with it a sense of calm,
And behind the trees sat Warrior’s bing, perhaps a sign of future years,
With bigger slopes and hills to climb amid the darker fading years.
A poem for the Installation of the New Minister Elspeth McKay.
The first Abess in Cloister´s grove, forcing change as Love demands
The poisoned chalice passed in sight, yet Love demands she does not drink.Continue reading “Paisley Abbey New Minister Installation October 2021”
Only with my mirror can I see your Blessed Hand
Never with my mind can I fully understand
Looking indirectly, jewels sparkle in the sand
Through a loving lens, I see there is no reprimand.
Remembering to forget the smaller personal mind
To search Infinitude where lives all mankind
Where Love reigns, where illness can’t reside
And swirls of Love keep flowing in open countryside.
Where acts are free and freedom acts in purest Liberty
No robes of gold nor Eucharist, locked away with iron key
No Abbeys, Monks or lofty towers for the world to see
A Gentle Love does fall upon the Mind of you and me.
Love reflecting Love like mirrors held in gold
And Joy of Joys of giving, without barriers so cold
And stories of Love travelling centuries of old
I open my mind today to let Love unfold.
Perhaps nearby the Walker Hall or up at Jacob´s well
a random act of kindness comes from strangers who can tell?
Perhaps a gentle smile when all is grey and bland
A man in Tesco car park, who gives a helping hand?
The face of God is ne´er seen by looking to the sky
or pleading with an unseen God to ask the question “why”
But in the smaller random acts, of hope and gentle charm
Music springs from little things which keep us from all harm
And if by chance we cannot see the goodness in Schoolwynd
Let us play the Harp we think is somehow left behind
From Cochrane Street to Loadingbank it doesn´t take a while
to offer random kindness acts or give a sincere smile
He does not see the cries and woes of bitter words well meant
He does not know the mental wounds of times much better spent
He knows only Peace and Love and wholeness of our Soul
Far above the human clouds where Man is free to Go
In Glasgow Street or Ladeside Vale, perhaps in Dalry Road
A Mind can freely choose to live in mental sweet abode
Far above the darting arrows, foes and kin at war
There is a place, another Mind for mankind to explore
Found in silence, ne´er in hate, a Harp string sound does come
Taking man to far above from words and human glum
If Angel´s are His thoughts indeed of swirling pools of Love
Let them take us anytime to consciousness above.
In silence comes the lyre harp of goodness Peace and Love
A state of mind but Heaven is, so take yourself above
To where no siblings voices fight or hatred´s idle dreams
Free yourself from earthly ties however fair they seem
Gently on piano keys or,
strung upon the harp,
strummed upon the guitar strings or
words said from the heart,
A colder breeze in winter time
or withered flowerless briar
all are made to break your dreams
and draw your thoughts much higher
An Ocean beach in times more calm
At home with people stern
A tempest storm or healing balm
Higher thoughts that you must learn
Ne´er upon life´s empty shores
no matter how it seems
For going to reach a better place
you have to break the dream
Some days the mountains speak to me defending Truth and Love like Angels climbing Jacob´s Ladder to and from Above With thoughts so clear and brightly shining fields of grass and green stretching to horizon´s line and farms lying in between Other days the mountains seem an obstacle of view which stop me seeing o´er the sky and leave me feeling blue Tis these weeks the hardest are when shadows mark my way when people´s words like arrows fly and hinder all my days To search for good in every thought dispels the darkest night for through the words and tempers flared lie Angels in disguise To take us higher in our thought to bless us every day find the Love in everyone it is the only way.