Creativity and Faith

Creativity and Faith

images, prayers and poems by our parishioners

In our Thursday Group, people were asked to have a go at writing their own psalm.  This idea grew to sharing other faith-inspired creative efforts, for example icon painting, poetry or music. This corner of our website aims to collect together and share more widely some of these faith-inspired creative efforts from our parishioners. We hope that this will build with contributions from across the whole parish.

If you have a potential contribution please send this to the parish office at

Michael O’Sullivan, a brilliant professional musician who also plays most of the music at our 11:30 mass composed the exceptional Stabat Mater linked below.

Icons by Claire O’Sullivan

Icons by Alexis Paine

Icon of Jesus:
This Lent 2021 – I was moved to paint an Icon of Jesus, who asked the question
“ Who do You say I am?” I am compassion and love, was what was revealed to me.
He looks at the world with the eyes of compassion  and love.
Icon of St John the Baptist: (From the Russian Prosopon School of Painting)
Icon of The Holy Trinity: (From the Russian style of Icon Painting)
Icon of Mary as the Sorrowful Mother who walks silently behind her son on his way to Calvary
Icon of The Holy Archangel Michael


by Nick Wells

Lord, how great you are
Your majesty shines throughout the whole world
Let me not be blind to Your works
Fill me always with due reverence and fear

I long for closeness to You
Yet I know not how or where to seek you
My perseverence in my quest is so frail
When the concerns for each day overwhelm me

I trust You are always present
Deep within my soul
But such treasure seems buried far beyond my reach
And I fear I will despair of the search

Again I will trust in Your goodness and love for me
I will strive to love, inspired Your son
I will strive to forgive, inspired by Your son
I will strive to pray, always seeking You
Longing for Your embrace


Where the deer pants

poem by Nick Wells inspired by psalm 42

A young doe quickly lifts her head
Startled by a sound
She sniffs the air, smells something wrong
And bolts across the ground

Her hooves a-blur, she crashes fast
Past ash and elm and oak
Oblivious to stings and pain
As branches catch her coat

Her only thought to leave behind
Her fears amongst the shadows
She runs for all her life is worth
Towards green friendly meadows

She tires fast, she slows her pace
The danger now far gone
She heads towards her favourite stream
Her heart sings thankful song

She nears the stream – but spies in time
Two humans at the brook
She longed to drink the quenching spring
In thirst her body shook

She stands completely still, unseen
And waits for strangers gone
Her heart beats fast, her tongue feels dry
A drink is all she longs

But unseen she’s not, for quietly sits
A poet of the past
He spies her flight and sees her fright
He understands her thirst

Something deep within him shares
The longing of that doe
Tis not for water that he thirsts
But God, his soul to know

As the deer pants for the water
So his soul longed, God be near
He sang a song from deep within
To make his longings clear

Through all the years his song has touched
The hearts and souls of men
To recognise our deepest need
Our thirst for God; Amen




by Jean Ghazal

Reach for the stars my beautiful one
You are mine and I am yours
I delight in you
I watch over you
I delight in your faithfulness
My child, my beloved child

Oh Lord, you turn darkness into light before my eyes
You pour out your saving love on my weakness and times of trial
You test me and you know me
You see me from afar and your gaze is always upon me
You hide me in the shelter of your wings
And your love will do all things for me

Your desire is to love me
And pour out your merciful love upon me
Oh, where can I go but into the arms of your love
Your love in me can do all things
Nothing is impossible for you and I only have to believe
You even encourage me to reach for the stars
For, truly, nothing is impossible for you
My king and my God
In whom I place my trust



by Liz Meadows

Our father who art in heaven
This earthly home of mine is 50 million years old and yet I believe you planned my birth before we were able to count time You are mighty and I am small and yet you made me with love for all eternity
I turn to you on average eight times a day – I’ve counted My best conversation is in the peace of five o’clock in the morning Coffee and toast with honey in hand, dog by my side, I say my rosary and ask Mary to intercede with God for me
Time and space stand still for Mary she reigns in heaven and yet continues to visit love,care and advise her children on earth in Medugorje, Fatima, Lourdes, Guadalupe and Knock

I ask her ‘advise me Mother’ she points to Jesus and says do as he tells you!
I look away from her and see Jesus freed from time and space sitting at the right hand of his father talking about me
He brings me to the father with all of my human frailties ‘Father forgive her she knows not what she does’ and suddenly I’m caught up in there love for each other and for me

The love carries on pouring out, to help me, he carries on defying time and space bringing me his body and blood soul and divinity in time at communion
What a legal team I have in heaven – Jesus and Mary!

Holy Son of God, Holy Mother of God, be forever at my side in the good times and the bad times
Take me daily to stand before the Father so that with your help I may forever be carried and held in the palm of his hand and love Amen