For Palm Sunday

Physically separated from my faith community, I’ve been pondering a symbolic action. This came out:   

May we call to mind

the blessings we have received

from this branch:

source of oxygen

food and home for other links

in God’s startling web of creation.

The water we sprinkle

life-giving to all it touches.

Water and branch combined

are symbols of the majesty

of which we are a humble part.

Water and branch remind us

in all their subtle complexity

that we are in God’s reign.

Something to ponder

This extraordinary time reminded me of the following quote from ‘The Plague’ by Albert Camus

“and to state quite simply what we learn in a time of pestilence: that there are more things to admire in men than to despise.

None the less, he knew the tale he had to tell could not be one of a final victory. It could only be the record of what had had to be done, and what assuredly would have to be done again in the never-ending fight against terror and its relentless onslaughts, despite their personal afflictions, by all who, while unable to be saints but refusing to bow down to pestilences, strive their utmost to be healers”



Brilliant blue sky

deep pink flowers

on the crepe myrtle.

The beauty of God’s creation

including the gift that is

each person

reminds me

in this time of anxiety

of all that is present

around me

inviting me

to participate in life

rather than

waiting for the other shoe to drop

Hope and joy

Another sunrise

makes orange-gold

shafts of light

shoot up and down

through the clouds.

This ordinary but evocative scene

has touched me

and reminds me of hope

and joy

just when I needed it,

lest I slumber through

more of this gift

of the present.

Assisi and me

Time to stop

and contemplate

God at work

in my life

buoying and carrying me

providing me

with the gifts

of wife, family

loved ones

the beauty of creation

the scriptures

my ministry to young people

and the prayerful example

of Francis and Clare.


The view over the Spoleto

will always be with me

as I try to carry

the gifts of Assisi

into my life.


God’s hand

When I speak

of God’s hand in my life

this faith statement

cannot convince others.

Yet I must speak my truth.


Life’s joys swell

when they are shared.

Life’s challenges

can be overcome

through determination,

community and faith.


In hindsight

I discern God’s hand

in events

or working through others,

guiding and comforting me.


Through it all

there is still, small centre

that reminds me

of faith

and hope

and love.

Drawn by the peace

Into the peace
Of the beauty
In front of me
God’s creation of trees
And wind and sky and sea
With a soundtrack of birdsong
All a balm for my soul
Behind me the hubbub
Of young people
Who are the reason I’m here at all.
So I am in tension
Between ministry and being fed
The trick is to make time
For both



Figures dancing


yet unified

in this ordinary

and radiant moment

filled with the grace

of love and community.


This serves as springboard

for an opportunity

to be grateful

for the gift of ourselves

our relationships

and be present

to the love

which is God

building, healing,

making whole and holy.


Peace and glory

I am entranced

By the vast beauty
Of the sea,
Breakers rolling in to shore.
We humans are drawn
To this tableau
To its peace and glory.
Yet we bring all our cares
And need for control
Seeming to ignore the advice
Inherent in the peace
To ‘keep it simple’.


In a hotel
My needs cared for
While I watch in horror
And disbelief
As my beloved country

Words less substantial
Than the ash left
By bushfires that burn
Hotter than 1000 degrees.

Nero and his minions
Utter platitudes
Instead of leading
With the heart and soul
This moment so desperately calls for
To console the thousands
Whose lives have been pulled asunder

‘Crisis is the coin of opportunity’
Opportunity for whom?
For what?
Please God NOT more of the same