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Grace in the Waiting
Dissolving margins take me deeper into the desolation of the soul, with each moment long, I find my life weariness increasing the hole in my thinking. ——– Tears thicken in my eyes where the sight is strained by searching, my heart is like a rock as if the spirit’s flown leaving me lurching on its…
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Why?
Why do some men like guns so easily? women too. Why do terrible bombs fall so easily? drones too. Why does genocide appeal so easily? murder too. Why do my salted tears come so easily? my grief too. Will killers never know that the pain of others is theirs too?
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The Boat of Fools
A tiny craft floated oblivious on the bloodied water; while there, under them, pale, oppressed, sad people, the boat pushes its way through bloated bodies, still ignoring the calls for help, clinging to their future.. — On that boat, warm, fed, clothed and safe they ply their inward thinking, eyes turned towards treasure, making arms,…
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Forgiveness Costs
The author of forgiveness saw this blue planet as so, loving the troubled earth with paid for patience though, speaking through the earthquakes, fires and lightnings, was steadfast through shifting of huge teutonic plates breathed living spirit released the power of oxygen, and steadfastly refused to give up on humans hates. —- Millenia passed, filling…
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Autumn Grief
There was a time, I remember it well, When Autumn leaves and frosty grass meant warm home welcome and tasty hot food. That was then and this now. Heating’s off, bread is cheaper and hot meals spin the ever greedy meter. — Yet, its the same for them, the oil rich climate changers, coal fired…
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Sacred Sunrise
The candles burned brightly in the temple, repaired the curtains and ordered the day, while down in the fields a body, dead lay. ——– Relieved they slept through a golden dawn and missed the signs that God was about, missed the glory of dying being bested. ——- The sun burnished creation that morning and made…
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The Barn Owl
Motionless but for a revolving head, waiting palely, a faint outline in the brooding darkness suddenly rends the air with a psycho scream, penetrating, threatening. —— A ghostly flight as it sweeps the ground waiting silently, a sentinel of the dying light, seeking the future through scampering feet, blood for a scavenger’s brood. ——/ White against the…
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Prayer on the Front Line.
I pray for Ukraine, that each blade of grass, flowers, bees and beetles, birds and butterflies . —- I pray for their protection against the avalanche of violence and vile destruction. —– I pray for each small child, girl or boy, their school, hospital, park and their climbing tree. ——- I pray for their safety,…
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Plastic Warfare
The clouds floated on the face of the water, which flowed silently under branches of trees. Nothing moved nothing stirred but the grey water. ———————- Up above the sun shone cloaking the trees in burning heat and searing the ground; charring the last vestiges of grass that were not burned by the salt laced stream.…
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The Blue Tit
The darting cobalt blue, streak of yellow gold swiftly passes snatching tasty seed then – flees to hide, green amongst the laurel leaves which tremble and close in its wake. —– Peeping out eye bright, he fixes upon a nutty gem. The seething bush releasing a wild friend, who like a salmon leaping over a…
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Lord, did they hurt you?
Lord, Was their pain in your heart as they told you, “Goodbye!” They didn’t want your way nor wrestle, with things you say. Lord, did they hurt you when they walked away? And the women you helped who followed their men, turning their backs on ways that restored dignity again. Lord, did they hurt you…
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Fear in the waves.
Shivering, shuddering beneath the leaden skies soaking them, water running everywhere and lies, all finding its way under their skin. — Pushed, unauthorised but terrified into obeisance, obedience to the traffickers as the lights flicker and waves roar over hard rocks. — Huddled, terrified they hold onto the frail touches of each other and a…
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Selfies
I took a selfie yesterday. And what did it really say? —– My wrinkle grown skin Sags. My skin stretches with age Not smiles. Jowls threaten to enhance This time lined face. —- Eyes dimmed see the effects of time, of hope, misplaced and violent attack, Searching through the lines, unveiled a cause for laughter…
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Media Lies
I heard the news today and felt the tangles of words and pictures of guilt and shame, hiding the bald truth beneath polite pretence, running a video of the violence of a nation, to deceitfully thwart recognition of their own. —– A child has died, the police convict parents, and so the drip feed wounds…
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The Beech Hedge’s Grace
It is strange how the brown, burnished golden leaves of the beech tree, cleave to the branches through wind and hail, rain and snow. Frost rimed they stay rocking in the wind and clinging on until the new brown shoots, green and burgeoning cover the autumnal branches with fresh life. They are like the dying…
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Snowdrops – Eirlys
Full of the promise of warmer days they took my gaze, tiny green shoots with whitened tips in the frosted grass, opening their white lily bells with green tipped trumpets, my love for them grew as the night hours’ lightening hue. —– Covering the winter cold earth they drift over brown earth, and shine like…
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