The Chill by Fr Bobby Gilmore

The Chill by Fr Bobby Gilmore

Fr Bobby Gilmore wrote this last year as he watched the swallows gather on the roof in the sun as they prepared to leave. The Chill As if awakening to the tinkle of alarm clock On cue they arrived from a seeming elsewhere Lining up on the apex of the roof In single...
Nowhere to Go

Nowhere to Go

Watching the collision of hope and horror in Ukraine played out on television screens, people fleeing with their whole belongings in suitcases and plastic bags, I am reminded of stories of settlers from various parts of Philippines flocking into Mindanao after the...
The Patient John Gordon

The Patient John Gordon

Fr Bobby Gilmore recalls John Gordon’s patient and compassionate approach within the faith community in Chester Castle in Jamaica, including his deft handing of one member intent on ‘policing’ the faith of others. I am the good shepherd. I know my...
Christmas Visitors

Christmas Visitors

Fr Bobby Gilmore recalls an unexpected arrival on Christmas day and challenges us to ask who is being excluded this Christmas?   Just as we are never sure that we love God unless we love our fellow men and women, so too are we never sure that we have love at all...