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A Still Small Voice
Are you a speck of light in the darkness? A tiny candle flame down an endless tunnel? Warmth in a cold place? A broken brick in a wall? A kind word in a disaster? A touch when we are full of fear? A foot step on a lonely road? A thought in my depression? An…
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The Cult of War.
Tarnished shells of tragedy and sorrow, burnt out buildings and long snout guns, stand against the hideousness of violence and the cult of war. Children flung from cowering to funerals, parents arms empty, people without homes, empty plates and emptier eyes hollowed by pain, and the cult of war. Trampled plants and the trembling of…
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The Still Small Voice?
—- Are you a speck of light in the darkness? A tiny candle flame down an endless tunnel? Warmth in a cold place? A broken brick in a wall? A kind word in a disaster? A touch when we are full of fear? A foot step on a lonely road? A thought in my depression?…
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There is a drawing I did as a child of clouds round and white, and then I began to see their silent majesty. —– Today, they’re greys and whites, tracked with tractor tyres and old bones, softened with pastels and sheep’s wool. —– They make no sound as they trail across the sky, quietly changing…
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Clouds of Grace
There is a drawing I did as a child of clouds round and white, and then I began to see their silent majesty. — Today, they’re greys and whites, tracked with tractor tyres and old bones softened with pastels and sheep’s wool. —- They make no sound as they trail across the sky, quietly changing…
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Covid exhausts,
Covid Exhausts, the government Exhausts the climate Exhausts where then is the grace? We are not alone. Everything has a cause. We are like a sea tossed ship, that has forgotten there is land.
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Covid exhausts
Covid exhausts, the government exhausts the climate exhausts where then is the grace? We are not alone. Everything has a cause. We are like a sea tossed ship, that has forgotten there is land.
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Is life real?
I feel as though the horror and violence waging wars around make no sense. —— How can we believe its right today to hurt a child or blast them away? —— Where is the sense or rationale? It’s archaic, cruel, a foul bad tale. —– Is there a place where children play? A timeless point,…
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The Cult of War
Tarnished shells of tragedy and sorrow, burnt out buildings and long snout guns, stand against the hideousness of violence and the cult of war. ——- Children flung from cowering to funerals, parents arms empty, people without homes, empty plates and emptier eyes hollowed by pain, and the cult of war. —— Trampled plants and the…
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