by John Donnelly | Apr 24, 2010 | Poetry
I accept a single Spirit-Being, From whom we spring, And who has many names. I honour all those names, And the books containing their teaching. I respect that teaching, Whose message guides us to a higher state. I embrace those who live by that message, Which leads to...
by John Donnelly | Apr 24, 2010 | Poetry
Damned cheek, fumed the dining-table. We’ll not stand for it, declared the shooting-butt. Will we be ruined, asked the dressing-table. We’ll make a fortune, asserted the board-room table. They can’t do that, opined the dinner table. If only I were younger, huffed the...
by John Donnelly | Apr 24, 2010 | Stories
Even I was shocked how bad it was. I trudged through the early-summer Ayrshire rain with the school-report. My fourteen year-old spirits lifted on seeing Grandpa Tom’s red Jaguar three-point-four in front of the house. My mother read in silence. After Grandpa...
