Reach Down

A painting by Sieger Koder
depicts Peter in the sea.

When Jesus invites Peter
to step out of the boat
and walk on water,
Peter steps out
in good faith.
But the sheer power of the winds
and the heaving waves
cause his faith to falter.

Peter begins to sink
beneath the waves
so that now only his hands
can be seen
as they stretch heavenwards
in a silent cry for help.

A hand reaches down
to clasp Peter’s two hands
in a vice-like grip
and we know
that Peter is now safe.

Lord,
Paul nursed Dolores
through her illness
last year
and is mourning her death
earlier this year.
On top of all this
Paul has been suffering
from relentless back pain
for five long weeks.

Paul is exhausted.

Lord,
please reach down to help Paul
in the same way
that you reached down
to save Peter.
Stretch out
your all-mighty,
all-powerful hand.
Send Paul
the help that he needs
and give to him
a sense of your presence,
a sense of hope
today.

© Claire Murray, 30th July 2019

Holiday Thanks

The sun shines this morning
lighting up the hedge
in the laneway
and banishing the rain
of the past few days –
thank you, Lord!

Every day
Paul’s back gets
just a wee bit better –
thank you, Lord!

Each morning
we are one day closer
to Aoife’s return from Brazil –
thank you, Lord!

Chokky bikkies for brekkie
every single day
cos I’m on holiday –
thank you, Lord!

Every morning
we watch eagerly
to watch for a young hare
as he explores the garden –
thank you, Lord!

And every evening
we enjoy a wee dander
along quiet, country roads
where we make discoveries –
a castle and a bees’ nest –
thank you, Lord!

A whole ten days
of poring over maps,
as we explore county Mayo
and enjoy precious family time
together –
thank you, Lord!

© Claire Murray, 23rd July 2019

Today Will Never Come Again

My sister, Brenda,
came to me one day
when she was wee saying,
“Uncle Hugh said something today
that made me feel sad!”
Intrigued, I asked
what Uncle Hugh had said.
“Uncle Hugh told me,” said Brenda,
“that today will never come again.”

“Oh!” I said, unhelpfully
and we sat down together
on the front door step
to ponder one of life’s great truths
glumly.

This morning,
more than forty years later,
Brenda’s words come back to me.

I’m standing at my favourite spot
on the Tow Path,
cup of tea in-hand.
This is my last day at work
before finishing for summer.
It’s far from perfect.
Last night’s rain
has left the bench beside me
pooled with water,
dark grey clouds threaten overhead
and all of the river wildlife
seems to have gone into hiding!

But there is beauty here
as the Lagan slips calmly by,
silently mirroring the trees and sky overhead
and I sense My God
standing quietly by my side.

I resolve to savour the imperfect beauty
and the peace
of this damp summer’s morning –
every … single … precious … second –
because, as Brenda said, all those years ago,
this moment
will never come again.

© Claire Murray, 1st July 2019