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The Waiting
Holy Saturday Hushed was the garden where he lay, birds silently watched and soft wings of many hued butterflies flit to and fro alight on the stone as if they could prise it open and find their Lord within. —– In Bethany tears flowed, work stopped, food untouched, and shocked bodies slumped,, and talking tried…
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Public Humiliation of the Innocent.
Good Friday All through the night he was moved and tried, no one stood by him and not one dared stay, Peter denied knowing him and a cock crowed, people yelled, ‘Crucify!’ when Pilate was unsure. Washing his hands, wipes away innocent blood, scans the grown ugly mob and turns to Jesus, and hands the…
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Betrayal for Violence.
Holy Wednesday Grateful bastard, so well you know me , So you think you can flipping turn easily, my fell desires to yours and create freely another like you? Then think again my Lord, Think again. ——- You are so kind and you love the poor, you gave me the purse and I have made…
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The Kingdom in the Vineyard
Holy Tuesday The purple fruits hung in bulging clusters, their juice running down the sampler’s chin, Beautiful to see and wonderful to pick and mouthwatering, tartness and sweetness as the grapes burst, giving up their fruitfulness. — The vines, like people have roots deep down in the soil of their youth, but there are…
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Coercion and Corruption
Holy Monday It was riddled with corruption and guilt, that temple in Jerusalem, No one could come and feel beloved excepting the moneyed leadership. —– The tables were out and wares bought, in that holy courtyard, In poverty they came where exploitation capitalised on the hungry poor. —– Pitiful returns on money exchanged, and the…
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Palms or Arms
He boldly went on a bewildered donkey, batting the flies as they settled to feed on both their faces. The long ears of the ass twitching and both hearts fast beating as the crowds around cried,”Hosanna!” — The strewed garments grimy and torn by flocks of people waving branches, claiming the humble man as their…
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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,…
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The Poor paying for the Rich
He looked into his wallet and then into the face of his children. Oliver looked out from their faces, thinned and paled by hunger, Their sad eyes looked at under woolly hats and coat covered arm hugs. — His eyes watered and his empty belly grumbled as he opened the last dull can of beans,…
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Feed the Rich and starve the Poor.
He looked into his wallet and then into the face of his children. Oliver looked out from their faces, thinned and paled by hunger, Their sad eyes looked at him as they hugged each other for warmth. —- His eyes watered and his empty belly grumbled as he opened the last dull can of beans,…
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The Flames of Death
It was beautiful, the newly shooting buds of ancient trees, those toppled by the terrible storms defiantly greening, At our feet the carpet of pungent garlic holding its buds as precious gifts to a foraging folk and here and there stars of anemones shining in the dim lit ancient path. == We trod on round…
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