MacPhail: a message of hope

Angus MacPhail.

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Over recent weeks I’ve steered away from reference to the rigours and worries of this terrible virus that is sweeping the globe.

There are few who are not being affected in some way by the far-reaching, intrusive and callous claws of this unprecedented human emergency. However, there is enough comment elsewhere and there is not much I can add that hasn’t been written already.

I will do nothing more than include the words of one of our songs and I hope that some of the messages within it will help to give readers hope as we all battle with the tempest and the dark unyielding skies of this dangerous and deadly storm.


by Angus MacPhail

We may not see tomorrow but today the earth is ours
Unknown the new horizons in the hands of higher powers
But now we bear the blessings when the golden stars align –
Feel the grace and hold the wonder you’re alive.


You’re alive, you’re alive and the stars are on your side
Feel the wonder of the world, you are alive.

For the days, for the days when the world’s in your hand
The silver dawn is waiting. On the hallowed ground you stand.
When all the gods are giving and Polaris is your guide,
Feel the glory of the gift you are alive.

When fortune gives the glow of peace and plenty on our way
Surrender to the ocean and ride the seventh wave.
We sacrifice our solace in the struggle to survive
But now you’re on the wave and you’re alive.

Our battles with the tempest in the dark unyielding skies
The giver of our wisdom when from the fight we rise
Hold your dreams and passion and again you’ll find your fire
When the storm passes by you’ll be alive.

It’s a warm night in summer on your island of the grain.
The sea reflects the moonlight and the magic comes again.
There’s music in the air and a promise on the tide
Feel the bliss wash your being, you’re alive.