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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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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, in…
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A child can only look on knees,
A child can only look on knees, frail, loud, loving and free, hunting beetles, shedding tears, smelling the earth, ‘It’s nearer to me!’ — A child can only look on knees, and spider webs’ silvery droplets, marvelling at the moon and stars, splashing in cool, cerulean seas. — A child can only look on knees,…
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The Listening Rose
He stood patiently. Bow politely poised, the pink blush of the roses brushed the shiny green leaves, heart shaped blossoms fell like soft down at his feet. —- Each branch had reached out in fear, growing piercing thorns to scratch the arms, which it thought intended it harm, increased in number sharpened darts. —– He…
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