from slugger’s poet in residence

from slugger’s poet in residence

Hoping this works…(am used to blogger). Here’s my first official post. Been interesting to watch developments in Kilkeel (especially post-fish poem!). If anyone wants to view (and comment on the site so far (I’m waiting for another main contributer) go to http://creativereconciliationinthemournes.blogspot.com

Anyway, this is based on an interview with a local man who wants (but struggles to) attract the Unionist community into his (Catholic) household.

Reconciliation is a good thing – but there’s a lot of areas it doesn’t work in – when you talk about reconciliation you’re talking about Protestant and Catholic coming together and working out what they agree on – because there’s too much…and there’s completely Unionist in one area and Catholic another.

We are in a Catholic area but we never seem to cross and go to people’s houses – having some conversation- there seems to be – as you say – crossing the line

I do [things] for the chest heart and stroke association and the women’s institution but I never see any of them coming across the divide this way that’s my opinion – they don’t come across the divide…but we live the same isle – person, neighbours, friends but they never darken my door.

invitations

what makes sense makes no sense in the shortest run
what’s in the longest run is in the best interest of us all
what makes the interest then is when we’re forced to do
what living’s says we should – mix up and call….

the path to the door is yours my friend
and the door on the path is wide
though wide is the gap between doors my friend
(and born on the other side)

and the door on the path is wide my friend
and the table is set for more
what’s laid on the table is yours my friend
and nothing is lacking (though poor)

and the table is set for more my friend
the road to the peace draws long
what steps we take – break down walls – my friend
we must learn each other’s songs

what’s laid on the table is yours my friend
what will not be taken’s not forced
the peace that we crave is more – my friend
than can be made without keeping score

and nothing is lacking (though poor) my friend
what’s lacking is you at the door
each word that i speak is yours (my friend)
and news that we share tells more

and the table is set for more – my friend
and the cloth is spread out for keeps
the craic that we’ll have is the joy that we’ll have
and the process will grow more deep
yes the process will grow more deep