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Thought from Fr. Colm - 23rd July

The induction of Bishop Stephen was a powerful statement on his leadership into the future. He brought a strength of character to the occasion that also had its moments of pathos and humour. There was an honesty about the occasion that was challenging. His homily was one of humility, hope, and determination. Let’s pray that we now move forward in a Spirit of healing and new beginnings. “Unfortunately I am afraid, as always, of going on. For to go on means going from here, means finding me, losing me, vanishing and beginning again. A stranger first, then little by little the same as always, in another place, where I shall say I have always been, of which I shall know nothing, being incapable of seeing, moving, thinking, speaking, but of which little by little, in spite of these handicaps, I shall begin to know something. Just enough for it to turn out to be the same place as always. The same which seems made for me and does not want me, which I seem to want and do not want, take your choice, which spews me out or swallows me up. I’ll never know….” Samuel Beckett, The Unnameable. On to more immediate parish issues now. With the summer holiday for many of us about to begin, the parish takes a rest from many activities. This is very often a wellearned rest for volunteers too. However, can I ask that you keep an eye to those who may find summer a lonely time because they are housebound and not as socially involved as usual. Our prayers and best wishes go with the Diocesan pilgrimage to Lourdes. It will also be great occasion for our new Bishop to meet up with so many of his flock, including the sizeable numbers journeying from this parish.


John Prine – “Me and Loretta”

We had an apartment in the city

Me and Loretta liked living there

Well, it'd been years since the kids had grown

A life of their own left us alone

John and Linda live in Omaha

And Joe is somewhere on the road

We lost Davy in the Korean War

And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore.

You know that old trees just grow stronger

And old rivers grow wilder every day

Old people just grow lonesome

Waiting for someone to say, “Hello in there, hello”

Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more

She sits and stares through the backdoor screen

And all the news just repeats itself

Like some forgotten dream that we've both seen

Someday I'll go and call up Rudy

We worked together at the factory

But what could I say if he asks "What's new?"

"Nothing, what's with you? Nothing much to do"

You know that old trees just grow stronger

And old rivers grow wilder every day

Old people just grow lonesome

Waiting for someone to say, “Hello in there, hello

So if you’re walking down the street some time

And spot some hollow ancient eyes

Please don’t just pass ‘em by and stare

As if you didn’t care, say “Hello in there, hello”.

(A beautiful song worth listening to. There is also a lovely version by Joan Baez)

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