Poem read at the Sunday service, 14 March 2010. My eye is not on Calvary, nor on Bethlehem the Blessed, but on a foul-smelling backland in Glasgow, where life rots as it grows; and on a room in Edinburgh, a room of poverty and pain, where the diseased infant writhes and wallows till death. My eye is not on Calvary, nor on Bethlehem the Blessed, but on the places where God is. Somhairle MacGill-Eain (Sorley MacLean) Translated from Gaelic.