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Echoes in Faith
It is in the silence that he is usually there, in the angel music he will ordinarily speak, but like many who wander and wonder there is an emptiness and disconnection. —– Shadows of shapes where he used to be and a faint echo that which led to stability, a heavy heart hangs low, he…
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Barbaric War
Mud like superglue, makes battle grim, mountains of slimed clothes, never clean, boots feeling like leaden weights and the humble sandwich tastes like dirt. — The sweet face of a friend sinks down, leaving the grief torn fight, and show that this hell is more than enough, and bitterness bloats the corpse. — Precious moments…
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Jesus (2)
He transcends our thoughts, His ways are not our ways, yet every loving step he takes carries us gently, eternally. —– Humility they say is nature’s way, and the converse a despotic state, with xenophobic policies and warring natures, creating a climate of fear. —- Is God humble? Arrogant? Cruel? Was the fruit a test…
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Jesus
He fell, the weight of the beam a burden on the man’s already bloody, broken skin, some jeered while others remembered the gentle touch of his wholesome healing. —— The earth shifted and groaned, tenderly held him, who was in all and through all. —– Shoved, pushed and hustled by men til he stood swaying,…
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The Earth left to Governments
The moon stared through the dust at the landscape, barely limming rooftops and rare trees with her light, and down in the streets no one moves as the dark oppression of climate collapse knocks on their doors. — Hiding behind a front door a child peeps through the unsealed letter box, and smells the dust…
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Sing a Rainbow
Deep in sorrow I walked the walk of grief, Feeling in my hurting heart the pain of loss. Each beat a reminder of them and their sweet faces now facing an enemy grown by greed. — The rainbows arched across the sky, spilling their palette of colours as it stretched until it sank into the…
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The Tears of a Refugee
Tenderly he lifted her like a merchant with fine china, he laid her on the grass and called her name, no answer, he heard as she listened only to the dear departed and already had forgotten his tenderness. —- Slowly she sank into the grass as if she was longing for her grave. He walked…
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The Praise of Birds.
The cloud had darkened, and the lane lengthened, as my dragging feet walked the dusty way home. My fears were growing and the worry charging my mind with images and misery. The news was bad. — A person walks on and carries with them their past, the nightmares and traumas, failures and fears grasp the…
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The Hearth of the Multitude
The memorial bench, a seat in the mystery of time, where I can sit, and my heart swell with the beauty of the place where he sat and contemplated the view. __ The mist far out to sea cooled the sultry spring air, Silent, eyes closed, no wind and somewhere not far a bud opened,…
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Silence and Waiting
Twas evening, when the fishermen sail, the sun shifting to shine on other seas, Faintly glowing the far off stars herald the approaching night. — the light slowly recedes from the shore, as somewhere a wise owl calls from a wooded glade, where rested roosting birds ready to wake the dawn. — The silken skin…
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