Luxury

This morning I enjoyed the luxury
of being able to attend morning Mass
in my own parish
in Hannahstown.

I enjoyed hearing again
the clatter of votive candles
as old replaced new
in the candle stand
behind me.

I smiled as I heard
the rustle of plastic bags
being carried discreetly
into the chapel
containing milk, butter and jam
for that all-important cup of tea,
with Elizabeth’s scones,
after Mass.

The door whirred gently
as each person entered
and soon the rhythmic murmur of the Rosary
filled the chapel.

Everyone had their own place to sit.
Many had their own special jobs to do.
We all chose to come together
to spend time
in the company of God
and in the company
of each other.

Today I savoured the luxury
of a sense of welcome, peace and community
in my own parish in Hannahstown
in the company of friends.

© Claire Murray

On My Mountain Top

On My Mountain Top
This morning I feel
as if I’m standing
on my own personal mountain top,
admiring the view.

It’s been a long and difficult climb
but I got here in the end.
And now that I am here
I want to enjoy it.
I no longer want
to look back over particular difficulties
and apportion blame.
The time for that has passed.
What’s important
is that this is where I am,
right here, right now.

Now is the time
for the pain endured in getting here
to be left behind.
It no longer matters.

Now is the time to allow myself
to simply enjoy the moment.

© Claire Murray, 5th January 2012

On My Mountain Top

This morning I feel
as if I’m standing
on my own personal mountain top,
admiring the view.

It’s been a long and difficult climb
but I got here in the end.
And now that I am here
I want to enjoy it.
I no longer want
to look back over particular difficulties
and apportion blame.
The time for that has passed.
What’s important
is that this is where I am,
right here, right now.

Now is the time
for the pain endured in getting here
to be left behind.
It no longer matters.

Now is the time to allow myself
to simply enjoy the moment.

© Claire Murray

Happy In His Own Skin

Today I found myself wondering,
“What if I had been with Andrew, the apostle,
the first day that he had met Jesus
and Jesus had invited me, along with Andrew,
to see where He lived?
What sort of home would I have seen?
What sort of man would I have seen?”

In my mind’s eye I pictured
a tidy bed,
in the corner of a family room,
strictly functional,
none of life’s trappings beside it.

And in that room I pictured a man
who was quiet and self-assured.
Here was a man
who was happy in His own skin,
at ease with Himself,
at ease with those around Him
and at peace with God.

And I thought to myself,
“I have so much to learn!”
Jesus looked at me, smiled and said,
“You’ll be okay; I’m a good teacher!”

(c) Claire Murray