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Ancient paths
I walked the path, glowing in the sunlight, trees leaning over dappling the way ahead, I walked where others had walked on the sun warmed stones pebbling the path. — I walked where thousands of others went, and listened to the warble of the blackbird watched the robin dance along the way keeping watch, as…
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Despair in Prayer
Waking early, once there was the dawn chorus, sitting in the garden, once there was a hum of bees, but some prefer glyphosate, and so, now the silence is shockingly growing at each gate. — Walking to the shops, once there was money in the poor woman’s purse, planning a Birthday, once there would have…
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The Scourge of Brexit
It was a fallacy that ate at his soul. no one had explained it. But its toll was breaking his heart and the children’s home. As the money mounted in his loan. – She was hoping that it was not true as she eyed the data of what is due, Each tiny zero was impossibly…
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Pentecost Revisited.
His words stayed with them, meaningless and mangled by their fears and worries. — The stories gradually faded, if not repeated and retold, in the dry desert before the shower. — Like children with fairy tales they told of healings and Him, challenging the putrid power – of malicious men, who chain, viciously, brothers and…
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Mary Magdalene the Apostle.
She bowed and her head touched his feet, tears fell as she wept her relief, so poor had been their days and nights from not hearing his voice, seeing his smile. That, ——- now he is here, she kisses the misfit sandals on his nails battered feet, and wept again as she felt afresh hammers…
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The Cost
Roughly handled, bruising flesh, deliberately hurting grabbed wrists, tied to abloody post, clothes ripped away from his now public exposed, vulnerable back. — Bowed to the inevitable, he prayed for the men around, and as the first stroke struck his soft flesh, he groaned, and prayed for healing for creation, hearing its screams. — Each…
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The Boat of Fools
A tiny craft floated oblivious on the bloodied water; while there, under them, pale, oppressed, sad people, the boat pushes its way through bloated bodies, still ignoring the calls for help, clinging to their future.. — On that boat, warm, fed, clothed and safe they ply their inward thinking, eyes turned towards treasure, making arms,…
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23rd Psalm for Today
War is my Shepherd. I will always want, It’ll make you lie down in your own blood, and leads the world to disaster. It destroys my soul. It makes me walk in paths of unrighteousness for its own names sake. Yeah, Even though I walk through the vale of death, I will continue to cause…
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Christmas Now and Then (2)
Donkeys fart, Animals smell, The Oxen urinated nearby, while she laboured on. —- Joseph went for food and water while the midwife helped her through, She screamed and yelled for countless hours. — The baby came in the early hours, sweet new smells in the stable, Mary exhausted. Lay Back, It is finished, she said.…
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