Tag: abuse

• Impromptu

  I write the sorrow that it is all around, mostly within, hoping you’ll forgive my introspective, scribbling pen, my hopes of making a hurting place much better, lies in my actions, perhaps not in the letter.

  revhilary1

  13th Jan 2025

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  abuse, cruelty, Darfur, Gazagenocide, improptu, leaders, Meta, Musk, poverty, Reform, Russia, sorrow, torture, Ukraine, violence, war, X

• Kneeling at the Cross

  It was the kneeling that showed me, ‘Look up’ came the voice I glanced up and saw a new thing, Jesus as they would have see him. Not a cross as a crucifix,         But bound arms pleading for release to touch, to heal, to tenderly care, but his feet – blood…

  revhilary1

  3rd Aug 2024

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  abuse, death, fear, God, Government, grief, healing, hope, Jesus, life, mother, motherhood, nature, poverty, prayer, pregnancy, punishment, salvation, thecross, utero, violence, war, womb, wood

• The burning heart 

  The silence grew, the issue lay hid, no one spoke for a dying child. —– Each click of the fingers, each moment in time, they die of hunger, violence or harm, abused and broken, sexually mauled and their tears don’t make headlines while a fantasy does. —– Narcissistic natures boldly claim the front of every…

  revhilary1

  11th Jun 2023

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  abuse, Boris, children, children dying, conscience, deprivation, headlines, Hunger, lies, narcissism, politicians, poverty, press, Rishi, war, World

• The Widow’s Mite/Oppression Destroys

  Her life in turmoil, sad in a poor home, no money to spend, two halfpennies left. ———– The lawyers look on with glee, another widow, vulnerable and poor, steal her home, send her to in-laws oppress her till she numbly goes. —— They set the bar high, in the temple treasury, 2 coins is a…

  revhilary1

  9th Jun 2023

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  abuse, grief, loss, oppression, poor pay more, poverty, tax, taxation, wealth, widow

• Terror

  I wake, in early hours with gloomy meanderings. A spiky virus wanders through and I watch it  despairing that it will ever quieten and agree. Then a forest aflame floats searing my vision, cresting the wave of self destruction as each carboniferous death of a carbon absorber.  —- I slip sleepily into the comforting sounds…

  revhilary1

  11th Aug 2021

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  abuse, climate change, Covid19, Domestic Violence, forest fires, sleeplessness, Taliban, the news