High Jinx

Sometimes soldiers
get up to high jinx,
playing all sorts of pranks.

Dolores encountered this
during the Troubles.
She woke one morning
to find that her favourite,
massive, hand-painted
garden gnome
had disappeared during the night
during a routine army patrol
by armed soldiers.

Later that day
Dolores squared up
to a tall, grey-haired army major
who listened apologetically
while Dolores gave him
a dressing down.
Embarrassed soldiers then returned
the garden gnome
from their Land Rover
where he had been safely installed
as their mascot.

A bit of high jinx –
no harm done.

During Lent
I find myself remembering this incident
as I contemplate
the Passion of Jesus.

Soldiers in the Roman army
amused themselves
by humiliating Jesus –
dressing Him up
in regal clothes
and crowning Him
with thorns
as they mocked Him.

Sometimes I wonder
about those soldiers.
Did they just get
carried away
and later regret their actions?
Did the memory of it
keep them awake at night?

Or did they look back fondly,
believing it to be nothing more
than a wee bit of high jinx
that didn’t really do any harm?

© Claire Murray, 24th March 2022

Through the Kitchen Window

Lord,
through our kitchen window
I see the sky lit up
by a beautiful sunrise.
It glows in welcome
at the start of this day
proclaiming
“Welcome to today!”
in a friendly, almighty wave
across the heavens.

I stand for a few moments
to gaze in wonder
and to bask
in this morning glory.
And as I stand,
I bring before you
a prayer of healing
for Paul
knowing that I’m placing Paul
in very good hands.

As the sunrise fades
and I leave the kitchen window
I wonder
what other gifts
you have for me
today.

© Claire Murray, 2nd January 2022

The Last Smartie

It’s Friday morning
and as I walk into the kitchen
I feel absolutely
exhausted.

For me,
Friday is usually
a day of abstinence –
no meat, no sweet stuff
and (worst of all!)
no coffee.

I seriously consider
giving today a miss.
What difference
can it possibly make
to almighty, all-powerful
eternal God
if I don’t bother
abstaining today?
“Surely God won’t mind –
He’ll understand”,
I tell myself.

As I glance out
at the morning sunrise
my mind travels back
through the years
to when our son, Fiachra,
was just a toddler.
I used to go out
to teach evening classes
and Fiachra used to be allowed
a tube of Smarties.
Every evening
when I returned home
there, on the mantelpiece,
I would find Fiachra’s last Smartie
that he had kept for me
specially.

When this happened
my heart would soar at the sight
of this single, tiny Smartie –
a token of love from Fiachra
that meant the world to me.

Remembering this
I resolve
to do my usual Friday abstinence,
my own tiny act of love
and I hope that,
when God sees it,
it will make Him smile too.

© Claire Murray, 7th January 2022

Whoops!

My computer has started to run
very slowly
and I discover that the hard disk
is nearly full –
time to tidy up my computer!

And so I begin to delete
files and folders
that I no longer need
(taking particular delight
in deleting all of my work files,
now that I’m retired!)

When one of my work folders
takes much longer to delete
than I expect,
I check my computer screen
which helpfully flashes up
the name of every file
being deleted.
I notice that some of these names
aren’t work files –
they’re my own personal files.
In a panic
I stop the deletion process
before tentatively checking
my personal folder –
EVERYTHING HAS GONE!

I stare at the screen
in disbelief.
My writings – gone!
My photos – gone!
My singing – gone!
My music – gone!

Heart pounding,
I grab my laptop
and rush to my son
who is a computer whizz
and I ask that all-important question –
can he retrieve my files
(especially my writings)?

My son takes my laptop,
and calmly says,
“I’ll look at it later –
there’s special software I can use.”
Then he returns to his work.

I leave my laptop with my son,
convinced that I now have
a few more grey hairs!

Later that night
my son presents to me
a memory stick containing
every … single … deleted … file.

Such a relief!

Thank you, Lord,
for the skill of computer technicians
and computer programmers
who calmly, painstakingly
and without scolding
retrieve and repair missing work
when our great computer tidy-ups
go horribly wrong.

Where would we be
without them?

© Claire Murray, 6th February 2022