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The Vine
The Vine A beautiful new baby delighting the family, gifts at his baptism, no silver spoon but there were toys. Growing up heralds the hopelessness and cruel certainty for the likes of him. Poverty coils around his feet snaking round his ankles, tying them fast, keeping him where He is. Guided…
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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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poverty
Begging Children at Railway Stations She cut her first tooth on poverty, rich with its variations of pain, depression and disgrace Her parents dead, the last resort with her brother taken in by promises weighted with threats. He held her hand gingerly, waiting for the next train as it discharged, distracted, dodging…
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Outside
Outside. I feel dreadful my heart is cold and empty, my soul appears to have left and I don’t feel bereft of it at the edge is it necessary? What is in the growing fear, yawning grave breaking my ears with tears and leaving me open to my fears of inadequacy, vulnerability and…
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#metoo?
#metoo? She felt that pain where he had been and did not know the words for what he had done. She only knew that she was bleeding, broken and bewildered. Pushed to the margins by a monster, thrust to the edge by an evil beyond words. Adults spoke words like, horror, hospital, stitching, child…
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A refuge in hell
The Refugee Camp I am tormented by the terror, that forced them from home, and the threats which drove them, driven by despair toward a sham haven of horror. Tent strewn swamps, frightened flotsam of clinging children refused the right to fair, fun, and fear less learning. Rotting carcasses of teeth…
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Jesus and the sick woman who touched his hem.
The edge of the eyes and the rims of compassion left her a shadow hid by her poverty and illness. She gripped her pain her weakness her poverty and his fringe. His freedom to reach her limits knew no bounds restoring her to health and her faithfulness her wealth.
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Grace for marginal people
Thank you for looking at this blog. I believe that we are pushing more people to the margins than ever before.
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Mary Magdalene
Mary of Magdala known as Mary Magdalene They took my name and They carefully dragged it for miles and miles through the mud Of disbelief of how womanhood Can carry Christ’s authority. They read the words from their point, delivering my fate and depositing me at the gate of a brothel. Read…
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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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