Withered or Watered

Every year the long awaited Christmas season arrives and, try as I might to let it linger, it does seem to dissipate rather quickly leaving something of a dull ache behind. Perhaps this feeling is telling of how we approach Christmas in the first place, as it can so often end up buried in hurryRead more

A Christmas Homily

My earliest memory is of travelling on a plane. Airline regulations have changed since I was a child but back then, rather than buckling children up the entire flight, adults would simply put a blanket on the floor and lay small children under their feet to sleep. One would hope, as anyone who’s traveled with childrenRead more


The grey kirk, that old yard of reformation Lies still but for a gull’s dawn supplication As no more rises from our white bricked up stack But my window breath and a hope to call back Where the Firth wind blows off the green kingly seat Down into kind kirk halls where song and prayerRead more

Rail, Water, Winter

Rail, water, winter      They all move along Through our storied hinter       Land like a carol song Out a holy people’d hall      On December’s bitter breath Over frosty steeples tall       To remembered yards of death.   For every coming has it’s going       Every Advent has it’s end When rivers quit their icy slowing       And steaming enginesRead more

All I Want

All I want’s a window      Where stellars in the fog Dogfight with the finches       As I lay here and log The reasons I adore you       A sparrow made to sing Wrapped in grey and pale blue       And wearing my gift ring.