Easter our belief

A given Sunday

There is a stasis on this Sunday.

This is the day the unaccountable resurrection is to unfold. Sorrow has made its presence raw and real as contemplative voices console each other as a life treasured as any other has been taken violently on the orders of a fearful people. Those palpable sorrows of a life taken are to unfold from the silence.

Is it the silence of a recognition that our world has the given prosthesis we have the gift of seeing. Silence is often mysterious as we observe but do not converse. No mind has found words. No meeting of minds, or is that it, the silence is the key to our unity. Words can be written to record otherwise, at the birth of Easter a Passover is null. There will be an absence of consensus on the present as the pasts cruelty to Mary’s and Joseph’s Son is an entanglement of conflicts.

Joseph the mere witness to the itinerant birth then the closure of a mans life. As I see it, his part was actively pressing the gift of self onto as he became aware of the journey Jesus was free to take. They, Joseph and Mary, had understood Jesus to become the messenger of essential truth. Joseph. Is he that active silence? That forbearance in the face of intangible events as truth is unfolding? This closure, this self sacrifice, of the Lord giving his only begotten son, to this vengeful murderous act, is it a warning of what our fate may be if the Lord’s Word is not heeded?

Forgiveness for those who took away by crucifixion, Jesus of Nazareth, is a scale yet to balance. It shall arise as this is Gods promise as we journey on our given life to see the life for what it is. A short small part of the community of God living in perpetuities from life to life.

Where answers lie is in the confines of our gift of life and the expression can only be made with all all the will in the world having the reinstatement of those words and Gods sacrifice to make different this malice divisions show.

Our Kingdom Come.


John Graham


4 April 2021

Reflections at the foot of the Cross

imageReflections at the foot of the cross

Into the space God makes we enter
Solemn interegations to make
At the foot of the cross
We vow to share the wisdom
Release the hidden joy in agony
“My God, My God, Why
Hast thou forsaken me”

We too ask, so learn to reject
worldly things and in us have
God reside to live our lives
Praying for humanity to be
Shed of sin ourselves together
One in The Lord, Nowhere
Is more aloud than here
At the foot of the cross
The silence speaks onto us.

John Graham
Easter 2013

Religion cannot divide as it converges on the same spirit.

On Good Friday time is taken by millions throughout the world to reflect on Jesus and his crucifixion.

From Palm Sunday through to the Resurrection on Easter Sunday, after the first Moon after the vernal equinox it is a time into which many face the sacrifice Jesus made for us and thank God for this faith and ask for his forgiveness of our sins that he promised through the sacrifice of Jesus.

The resurrection is the event that follows and we await deliverance of mankind in the return of Jesus to cleanse the world of all evil and restore us to the purity of God. We cannot conceive of how this is to be achieved but by putting in place the message of Jesus it is only the beginning of us seeking our redemption. To be Born again is for some the essence of that discovery, an encounter with God and Gods message. That is interpretation which is only part of the story. At what point you allow God to enter your life is of your choice alone and an acceptance of the words of Jesus into your life. It cannot precede that point in life which you are delivered or Born Again. You cannot live in an exultation in whatever sense you perceive it. To be born again before we have passed is a separateness here on earth which provides false beliefs and is born of the self not God. God makes us so we are not separate but divided. The division is between those that will or will not accept the guidance of God in the prophet Jesus. The acceptance of spiritual guidance is not alone with Jesus, it is created by God whose deliverance of us is our journey in life. When it is Gods will he will again send his prophet and only son Jesus to return us to his Kingdom. When we are returned to him we shall be Born Again. Our atonement for our sins must be to accept the Lords forgiveness.

I believe that it is essential you open your heart and mind to Jesus, to the ways of Jesus and whatever capacity you have, you will be guided through this life by Jesus.

When you pass on you will be reborn. To anticipate or acclaim you are fully reborn is pre-empting this rebirth as it is a bridge yet to cross. God intends for us to live to our fullest in order we are reborn. We read and learn and practice his intent. No one is turned away from the Kingdom of Heaven.
God turns away the sin and during our lives provides the strength for us to not be sinful. So to have faith is to have it in degrees and with the words of Jesus we can seek out the fulfillment of Gods wishes for us, no matter how short or long our existence here on Earth is. The testament is yours and yours to make. Like Matthew the tax collector turned disciple the disciple went out and found others who were sinful and showed them a simpler truer way.
The day of judgement is Gods alone and it is for your sins you have to account. We can be punished on earth by our peers for our sins in our world and be denied privileges of freedom and other things. Only God can take your sin away so you are left to deal with any sin on Earth with the tools and guidance God provides for you.

Since lent is followed; as the forty days of fasting and penitance beginning with Ash Wednesday, by the actual event of Good Friday, it is the pivotal point after the birth of Jesus for our discovery of God.
The Bible is the scripture written by those who came after and in in the very words of Jesus within the Bible are the firmest expression of what God has created. We are continuing on a path set for us as mankind and for all living things. In our lives is discovery.
First we should hold our faith lightly, no setting up false boundaries among deities through creeds and doctrines but observe others faith or lack of it and help them carry the one spirit they possess, the spirit of God forward for their future good and for the future good of all in the Kingdom.
Secondly we should hold love strongly in our hearts and minds and love strongly all in the Kingdom. We face such profoundly affecting choices in our short time here that we need and we have the guidance provided by God to recognise, this life, as other peoples lives, are gifts from God.
No more is asked of us than we hold this faith in our own spirit lightly
and love our neighbours as ourselves so all may flourish.

John Graham

Easter 2014


Peace be upon you

Seamus Heaney : Other Places

Part Colin Davidson portraitPublic Poetry Reading Ulster Hall April 10 2014
Part of the Seamus Heaney :A conference and commemoration.

My introduction.
Prayer as the Christian faith has it from the scriptures, is a private communication. A conversation alone with God.
Poetry it is said, and said once more here, as Prayer with the paper proximity and choice of seclusion acts of lone conversation with another’s words.

As human beings we do not conform to ideals but need the shape of others to resonate and collide with to approximate our truth.
Nothing we know is absolute, yet humanity abides and continues in our souls. Other Places are also other people, ourselves alone together.
The gathering on this occasion was homage to a Master and the only way it can be described here is in poetry which the item below attempts.

Other places

The Ulster Hall it’s theatre stalls
collapsible like a boxing ring
fill with people awaiting recited poems
published ripe as nectarine pipped and clean

The pastel walls spot residual damp
Almost hidden behind freshest paint
Focus instead onto the hall wide stage
command the organs pipes gold and gilt

The ear of the replenished soul is cupped
the evening is upon us air is gathered in
The favoured literati remember the sagacity
chosen decks of words joined here spill forth

Virgil yes, remembered, Plato yes,
a festival of learning each other’s speech
No language mutating hard thought, eased
the mind is mine enough to sculpt a poem

My current taste of Stevie Smith has gained
through thinking of Seamus Heaney recognising
‘A memorable voice’, envious of Palmer’s Green?
Seneca scored ‘How do you see?’ 1972 then.

Now girded we recoil ‘we shall kill everybody’
‘It will be too much for us… we shall..’ Seamus
knew the quicksand of a life and poems of the ear
Warmth drew on his breath ‘Be good to one another’

The poets try their damnedest to reflect
to profoundly, simultaneously move on
To catch this latent energy of now
excellence needed summoned every word

Universe, a train, tea ripples in a cup
Dublin, Malahide, Montana, Missouri
Dundee, Derry, no three counties
Suffolk, Norfolk, Cambridgeshire

But the world as seen from Lanacashire,
Lanarkshire, Gloustershire, Middlesex
.. Oft ‘Rockall, Finisterre’ a field a radio,
A Church locked up grave silent under sky

Where have we been? we haven’t seen
the half of it before our eyes, sat down to tea
With furrowed brow aghast at the obscene TV
Bodies churned up with wild flower gutted

Home is near this place, divided
It’s in this world at least, our body’s
reside one place at a time, Home
That place we know, we’ve seen and been.

Seamus filled our hearts our heads
with things we knew lay beyond our walls
Two fields were plenty enough, a fence
to start a war or plough thus eat.

Suffering from wielded power
Opposition brooked, hunched carries on
paying by blood a fast a pilgrim
hatred, all sins now gathered in

Seamus left us half afraid, for
the other half we return, to
stations next to words, who
Since you think, mind, ever placed

Black cubes, huge sound boxes hang
from the hall roof amidst the plasterwork
Ornate and sparse words ejected, contact
The flesh and bones in regular lines, the rows

Giving your senses reason for endeavour
immaculate organs in decay seek another
body another’s skin to hold, meniscus thin
That water of us we live within

From the trenches, written, ‘Dearest War
Remember me,’ Dead of Hampstead Heath
The airey Christ takes care of them, peace
be upon us, render us relief, hear his song.

Under the bridge, the water flows, taking
your angst reflection downstream, with
the leaves, the twig you snapped, the Kingfisher
Soars, slickly through our canopy, this earth

John Graham

April 11 2014


That Kingfisher amongst the awesome beauty this world provides can make our hearts soar and think as G.M. Hopkins wrote :
‘Each mortal thing does one thing and the same;
from ‘As Kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame’
The division of presence of things. Into this we know our own diversity, what the Hopkin’s folk call self-nature. From the inward poet; G.M.H. Bespoke of his own nature, that he seeks and obtains just cause within to act out his being as influenced by the divine spirit. Christ ‘plays in a thousand places’.

In For my brother – Missing in action 1943.

For in the wreckage of your April Christ lies slain,
And Christ weeps in the ruins of my spring:
The money of Whose tears shall fall
Into your weak and friendless hand,
And you buy back to your own land:

The silence of Whose tears shall fall
Like bells upon your alien tomb.
Here them and come: they call you home.

Thomas Merton

A Clear Midnight
THIS is my hour O soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes
thou loves best.
Night, sleep, death and the stars.

Walt Whitman

The themes we encountered and which I have gone beyond for my own exercise take in the Seamus Heaney effect of most Northern Irish people who read his work. It is our narrative and has been the worlds progress to hear this voice. This commemoration comes within a void. The spring void.
The Easter resurrection so vivid in a spiritual life. Our being challenged by thoughts of others and our own actions. So has it been, this re-encounter with the work of Seamus Heaney, appearing as a miraculous body of work building on the work gone by and kept for future generations to which he generously opened consciousness buried within.
Even now or because it is such an additional wealth for us to carry forward, the themes he covered were of people and places and also of death and I cannot but wonder how Stevie Smith felt of the close to home troubles and 1972 violence as she struggled with her Christian beliefs. How marked upon her Seamus Heaney’s work was and how incendiary most poetry can be, either in the private act of reading or as prayer.

John Graham