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Death to the Precious Earthworm
Like a centipede without legs it pushes it’s way through the thick earth, unseeing, opting to avoid stones and wood that silently strew its darkling trail, chewing on Autumnal leaves, debris of long ago. Finding new ways and rising to drink from sweet spring rains, it noses its way through he roots of wonders that…
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There is no just war.
Wearing a dirty face mask she peeped over the top of the rancid rubble, her dark eyes smudged with sleeplessness and the filth of her poverty, The fear in her eyes searched the landscape filling in the gaps where friends and family had lived and now sought another sojourner in war. —– Like a trembling…
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The Graveyard of Climate Change
The earth shifted and a fitful groan echoed through the desertified landscape, A sheet of plastic wrapped itself languidly around a tortured thorny tree, across the sanded earth small creatures slipped between the drifting dunes and on the horizon rose a cloud, hurrying them to huddle beneath the golden ——- grains. Growing it then blotted…
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The Art of Democracy by the Autocrats.
They sit in chairs, high in office but low in morals, their tables show the capers of a paper trail that is lit by more than flames of fire, they burn with people’s lives lost to avarice, abuse of power, an alter-ego that professes and stresses while manipulating the minds —— of the electorate, to…
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St Peter.
Did you doubt Peter as you gazed at the gory crosses? Did you seek God in the moment of your terror and trial? Did you ask and find as He did that God was absent from the darkness of that pivotal day of death’s destruction? —— Was God with you on the wind whipped lake…
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The Road to Emmaus
We were walking between fields spotted with red anemones, corn growing strong, and across the greened land the trees lifted their faces to the lowering sun and the growing dark. —– The air felt cool on our tight skin, and the sour smell of dust rose up in our footsteps with the grief in our…
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The Crucifixion
Jesus gasped for a breath, the pain reached everywhere, the burning in is hands and feet, his skin burnt in the strong sun, the flies and ants and birds all preying on his precious blood. —— And I saw people from every nation, every creed, every age, every tribe, and they knelt before him and…
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The Gethsemane of the last Supper
Blood, boils, frogs, hail, came the children’s cries, and soft silence as they remembered the first born sons – like me, he thought and will I be recalled? He watched their faces, joined in the swell, but shakily. His last feast with his family of meandering men and wise women before violence and death. —-…
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Palm Sunday
As we enter into the winter of our discontent the Son of God rides into Jerusalem on the back of a donkey that was wild; until he felt the touch of the Christ child grown. Like the unridden, but bidden that we are, to be broken in by the gentle touch of hands that were…
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Blindness Threatens
I open my eyes and look to the dark, thick coils swirl across the vague lit ceiling of my changing eyesight and I imagine all sorts of things are there floating just outside my vision’s night. —– I wonder at the others who lie awake and test their eyes against the lies of day, and…
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