Butterfly Walk

We haven’t done
the shoreline walk at Omeath
for ages –
so off we go!
Sunshine, blue sky,
and a light breeze – perfect!

But as we walk along
we find that our eyes aren’t drawn
to the shimmering blue sea
of Carlingford Lough;
instead, our eyes are drawn
to all the butterflies
along the path!

This path is lined
with buddleias
(also known as the butterfly bush)
and cerise knap weed
(which is sort-of like a friendly thistle –
no jaggy spikes!)
Butterflies love both of these plants
and so instead, of being a sea-walk,
our walk becomes a butterfly-walk!

Butterflies galore!

Red ones and orange ones,
brown ones and white ones
big ones and wee ones.
Some that are speckled white,
some that are freckled brown,
and some with huge, eye-like spots!
Dozens at a time,
basking on the buddleias
and stepping daintily
on the knapweed.

A floatilla of six white butterflies
dances by on the breeze
while a gust of wind
blows a swirl of thistledown
lightly into the air.

We dander along,
gazing in wonder at all the flowers,
so beautifully-adorned
by butterflies.

A hint of sadness
because such a display of butterflies
can only mean one thing –
that summer is drawing
to a close.

Thank You, Lord,
for today’s walk
which was made so colourful, beautiful
and graceful
by all the butterflies.
Thank You for blessing us
with the health to enjoy it.
And thank You for the gift
of family time together
as summer draws
to such an amazing and colourful close.

© Claire Murray, 11th August 2025

Beauty in the Gutter

One day
I was walking along a nearby street
on my way to the bakery
when a splash of colour
in a street grating
caught my eye.

Curious,
I went back to take a wee look.
And can you guess what it was?
A begonia!
Green, fresh, shiny leaves,
tiny white petals
and a heart of gold.
All blooming and beautiful
down below the bars
of the grating.

“Beauty in the gutter!”
I thought to myself.

It was almost like a wee miracle
the way it was growing there!

Well, miraculous or not,
it filled me with a deep sense of hope.
And as I continued my walk
to the bakery
I gave thanks to God
who sends us
these snatches of hope,
wee glimpses of survival
against the odds.

I reckon that each of these
is like a love letter from God,
reminding us
that He is powerful,
that He is everywhere,
that He knows absolutely everything about us
and that He loves us deeply
anyway.

Each of these wee messages from heaven
urges us
to place our trust in Him
and to never, ever despair.

Beauty in the gutter –
isn’t it amazing?
(Isn’t God amazing?)

© Claire Murray, 22nd August 2025

I Look at Him

The Curé of Ars was fascinated
by an old farmer
who used to sit for ages in the church,
looking at the tabernacle.
Eventually
the Curé of Ars asked the farmer
what he did
as he sat so still
before the tabernacle.
“Nothing”, answered the farmer.
“I look at Him
and He looks at me.”

Today I’m praying
for four very special intentions.
In my mind’s eye
I have placed each one of these
before Our Blessed Lord
on the altar.
And as I kneel in adoration,
gazing up at Our Lord,
the words of that old farmer
from long, long ago,
spring to mind –
“I look at Him
and He looks at me.”

I know that my four intentions
are in very safe hands.
I look at Jesus
and Jesus looks at me.
No words are necessary.

Peace fills my soul.

© Claire Murray, 19th June 2025