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Dear friends,


The new liturgical year opens with the First Sunday of Advent.  The season is one of renewed longing, as we can see especially in the powerful and very moving readings from the prophets.  The weekday readings too are unusually inspiring.  By way of a little extra inspiration, I’ve enclosed below a poem by Patrick Kavanagh entitled Advent.

Biblical Resources: Sunday 29 November 2015


Advent Events 2015: the Jubilee Year of Mercy

Mercy in the Psalms: 9 Dec 12.00-14.30  (with a lunch break)
Mercy in the Parables: 16 Dec 12.00-14.30 (with a lunch break)

The Jubilee Year of Mercy starts on 8 December.  To enrich the celebration, two mid-day events have been organised in Clonliffe College as part the Advent offerings.  A flyer is enclosed for distribution and for putting on your website.

It would help to know in advance if you were thinking of coming: email to


Easter Trip 2016: Reading the Acts of the Apostles in Greece

A biblical and archaeological tour of the Peloponnese (southern Greece) has been organised.  A flyer is enclosed for information and distribution.  Further enquiries should be directed to MAP Travel.


Advent by Patrick Kavanagh

Where the dry black bread and the sugarless tea
Of penance will charm back the luxury
Of a child’s soul, we’ll return to Doom
The knowledge we stole but could not use.

And the newness that was in every stale thing
When we looked at it as children: the spirit-shocking
Wonder in a black slanting Ulster hill
Or the prophetic astonishment in the tedious talking
Of an old fool will awake for us and bring
You and me to the yard gate to watch the whins
And the bog-holes, cart-tracks, old stables where Time begins.

O after Christmas we’ll have no need to go searching
For the difference that sets an old phrase burning-
We’ll hear it in the whispered argument of a churning
Or in the streets where the village boys are lurching.
And we’ll hear it among decent men too
Who barrow dung in gardens under trees,
Wherever life pours ordinary plenty.
Won’t we be rich, my love and I, and
God we shall not ask for reason’s payment,
The why of heart-breaking strangeness in dreeping hedges
Nor analyse God’s breath in common statement.
We have thrown into the dust-bin the clay-minted wages
Of pleasure, knowledge and the conscious hour-
And Christ comes with a January flower.


With very best regards,
Kieran O’Mahony, OSA
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