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Fraud hurts.
It seemed innocent in my in box, from a friend, someone I knew, some photos, or a link to them and I stupidly thought, ‘How Kind!’ = I pressed the link and felt so bad as others told me I had been had, a virus poisoning my little iPad and others around that I loved…
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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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Pentecost
The silence echoed in the crowded room, each person bent on praying, living, hoping, and grieving his loss, his touch, his smile, the room too small for his shortened life. — The air outside warming as the day begins, their celebrations quietened, occluded by a cross, an empty grave, a hill top, angels and heavy…
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The Last Supper
Tables overwhelmed with flavours and smells Of ritual foods, Bitter herbs and unleavened bread, Hard eggs and sacrificial lamb, Wine poured ready for joy as the recitation pours out of shared history and hope. —— Mary waits to light candles and pray but finds him kneeling, water to show them, the way. He washes her…
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Seagulls
She landed heavily on the lawn, yellow beaked with bright red spot for a Pavlov response in their tiny brood of ever hungry chicks, grabs and fights and fusses over a few crumbs, flapping noisily those strong wings, holding her muscled body ready to fly off in an instant should cat or dog or gardening…
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War is Death.
Appalled and angry he stares after the lifting fuselage. By his side his children sit in the dirt, with the whiff of kerosene in their nostrils and their weeping mother trying to make sense of the inexplicable losses. —— Firing weapons raise smoke to sun kissed skies, now nowhere will be safe from their anger…
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Glorious Gorse.
Greying, frost burned branches, hanging low as they sun turns and warms them, calling out, nature yawns and slowly wakes. — Slowly the buds come and each sunny day fresh green mixes with the winter gloom and cold, giving hope of a golden rebirth. —– Everywhere around daisies glow, tiny violets and bluebells delight, their…
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Grief a Broken Heart.
The darkness grew in my mind, as I watched the fragile light recede, in my distress I saw it swallowing, me whole. —– The grief I felt washed through, as I remembered the good things, and there, in a moment, overwhelmed I wept. —– You were there and yet I could not reach you.…
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Chains
It was on the sandy quay, rusting amongst the lobster pots and shells and tangled nets. It lay unmoving and I tried its weight, iron heavy, covering my sandy hands with golden, rust dust, and I wondered how it felt to have them tightly wound around my wrists and how I would struggle, fumble and…
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The Trenches
Mud like superglue, makes battle grim, mountains of slimed clothes, never clean, boots feel like leaden weights and the humble sandwich tastes like dirt. — The sweet face of a friend sinks down, leaving the grief to to fight and show that this hell is more than enough, and bitterness bloats the corpse. —- Precious…
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