Conversation kindles a fire for justice.  In
gathering and hearing stories, lives are touched
as folk are stirred with hope and passion for new
beginnings.  Meanwhile the old arguments exude
collusions and illusions of grandeur.  Behind closed
doors executive words seem empty, unable to move
beyond content and agreeable noises.  Stop a while,
listen, respect each other and go your way as friends.


There is a connection of unspoken conversation
which drifts between worlds when walking,
journeying together.  We become more
than two souls on a road. That spirit expands
again at journey’s end.  We who remain are
hungry for more than bread broken.
Then, the space between us has changed and though
we part we are as close as before, if we never left
the path.  Until the next time my pilgrim friend.


reflecting on Luke 24: 13-35
and the North Wales Pilgrim’s Way to be walked soon…

in a crowded room

You arrived late, you always did
as I recall and you came and sat
there in the midst of them.  One
or two moved up to give you space
in the crowded room though that
might have been on account of your
eclectic clothing and unkempt hair.
Yet your bright eyes and half smile
spoke a thousand different stories.
The great and the good were there
and the speaker offered profound words
into the gathering of responsibility and
representation.  Did we fulfil them in our
welcome or, once again, miss you sitting
amongst us waiting for an invitation.


For Ifor who was always there, and often ignored.

Reflecting on Rowan Williams lecture for Bangor University Chaplaincy 24th April 2017