PERSONAL REFLECTIONS DURING TIME OF ISOLATION
TRUST IN A LOVE THAT NEVER FAILS by Heather New
Underneath the pains, horrors, griefs of this world
Lies the beauty, goodness, ever-abiding Presence of the Lord,
Why fear? Why tremble at the unknown, the unfathomable?
The Bright Field a poem suggested by Fran Morley
I have seen the sun break through
to illuminate a small field
for a while, and gone my way
and forgotten it. But that was the pearl of great price, the one field that had the treasure in it. I realise now
that I must give all that I have to possess it. Life is not hurrying
Somewhere over the rainbow by Angela Capocci
A child’s hand painting, full of love and concentration. An adult’s hands then clearing up the mess.
A rainbow that is a sort of proclamation
A wish to share and bring joy despite distress.
Ponderings on the Triduum by Tina Quinn
On Holy Thursday Jesus had supper with his disciples for the last time. three weeks ago we joined together as a community to celebrate Mass for the last time as the lock down set in. We do not know when we will regather. READ MORE...
The third fall by a parishioner
My mother is 89 years old. She has lived in our family home in South London for the last 70 years. She is a strong and cheerful woman. She raised a family of seven children and when the youngest was five, she trained to be a teacher and became the headmistress of one our local primary schools. She loved to cook to play with her children and to create colour and life in her garden. READ MORE...