My Eye is not on Calvary

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.