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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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Coronavirus
It enters the scene slyly, where from we know not. It challenges the chariots of human arrogance. —————– It sits waiting without racism, genderism, sexism and classism, ageism or poverty. ———————– Wealth will not avoid its tentacles tangling and trying to kill as it seduces and secures ——————————- its future development; spreading silently, mutating, morphing…
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Lent a Fast
What do I do with Lent? Does God really choose to ignore me if I eat chocolate, or biscuits, or drink wine? —————– Does God like me better because I give up something? ——————— I believe that fasting maybe not for God at all, but for me. A time where I feel better about myself…
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Cofiwch Dryweryn
It is not just the loss of land nor the flooding of our homes it is the injustice of oppression ignorance of what I am feeling. ———————————– Someone pours water down the sink unknowingly wasting my weary woes another flushes the flood away into the sewer taking our hopes too. —————————— There are other Tryweryns…
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The Storm Rages On.
Water seeped into the doors and waterways filled to overflowing, pasting excrement and fifth on clean painted walls littering a home with the dross of human living. ——————- Trees toppling on tiles and roofs of racers breaking, using their bank balances and singling out the shoddiness of builders long gone. Gardeners losing control of blossoms,…
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Child Brides
Her sparkling shoes, and dress of white a princess she felt as she walked to her smiling groom. A glance to her father, looking the other way. A glance to her mother whose face was masked but her tears were not. It is legal, they said. ————————– He took her to their home He took…
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Self Worth
Where is the trickle of hope if in fear we live? We have let the powers rope us, tie us, knotting their twine of undermining and upsetting strings of self loathing. ——————– We shake and shiver in the shadows, shushing the voice that cries within us like a knife to cut the line that entangles,…
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