I see his face in every flower The quote above is a line from the poem ‘The Presence Of God’ by Joseph Mary Plunkett, one of the martyrs of the 1916 Rising whose marriage to Grace Gifford took place in Continue reading CORPUS CHRISTI: The Presence of God→

Slowing to the pace of a pond, time away from mowing machines, a breeze too cool for June, a warm suntrap carved into the rhododendron bush, birdsong, rushes rustling and water lilies perfectly still. This is Ashburnham! There is no Continue reading TRINITY SUNDAY: Slowing To The Pace Of A Pond→

                                                                                Knock Homily 2019 Our Gospel today is a heart wrenching scene. Our Lord is in agony on the Cross and at the foot of the Cross is Our Lady and St John. Very often, when we see films that Continue reading Into The Home of our Heart: Homily at Knock, June 2019 – Fr. Jaimie Twohig SAC→

Congratulations to the ordination class of 1969 Fathers Donal McCarthy, John Fitzpatrick, Phil Barry, Denis O’Brien and Oliver O’Brien – who celebrate 50 years of priesthood; to Father Vincent Kelly who celebrates 60 years and to Fathers Tom Daly and Continue reading Jubilee Celebrations 2019→

Lord Jesus Christ, Priest and Victim…Pour forth on all the priests of Your Church that torrent of Mercy that ever flows from Your Heart, To purify and heal themTo sanctify and refresh them andAt the hour of their deathTo make Continue reading A Prayer for Priests→

It’s one of those journeys you’d rather not make, a conference you’d rather not attend but you go anyway in fidelity and with a small measure of hope that it might have meaning, that it might make a difference. There Continue reading WHO DO YOU RUN TO?→

“Wherever I shall be, I intend to imagine myself to be together with all the creatures in the Cenacle in Jerusalem where the Apostles received the Holy Spirit. I shall remind myself to renew this desire often. As the Apostles Continue reading QUEEN OF APOSTLES→

Summertime, the grass grew tall down the long back garden at home where my mother would spread out the newly washed white bedsheets to dry, sheets that were often made of flour bags sewn together. The days seemed sunnier then Continue reading PEACE: From the hand of a child to the heart of a man→