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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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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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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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A voice in the Wilderness of War
Still he opened his throstle, and chanted his prayer, that despair will die and each root of hopefulness will bring grace
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Earth 2 or 3?
The gleaming metal shone in the sun as it plummeted towards the planet’s verdant surface, splashing into the bluest of blue seas, it bobbed quietly, rising and falling with the waves. A gap appears near the top and emerging from the darkness into the light came figures, each stood shaking on wobbly legs fell into…
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Cancerous Greed.
He held tightly to the statement of his wealth groaning as he saw the fulsome figures falling, wondering how he’d keep his balding head up as he flounders int he dust of only multi-millions. —– She held tightly to the small wad of new notes, freshly received from the ATM and felt thrilled to have…
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War on Refugees
Now politicians think up wicked schemes and plot to send them to countries violating human rights, spending our money to perpetrate crimes against humanity, binding them in chains and sending them away to suffer more, be killed and so Pilate Patel washes her hands.
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The Early Purple Orchid
A robin puffed its red breast and sang for the joy of the day, while down below a glorious sight. —- It stood tall, admiring the view, sparkling waters and sun caressed bluebells. —- Its flowers opening to the ever-present bees, and deep in the earth the bulb, which died to give it birth is…
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Resurrection and Reconciliation
—— Do you love me, Peter? Feed my lambs. do you love me, Peter? Lead my sheep. Do you love me, Peter? Feed my sheep. —– He lifted up his hands and the nail holes showed clear, the scars on his forehead from the scorn of thorns, and he blessed the denial and dread in…
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