Tag: Christ
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The hauntings
Lord, where is hope? I am haunted by the pictures, of children, broken bodies, stumps where legs have been, — Lord where is hope? I am haunted by the bombs, shootings and drones. How can they aim them at human beings? — Lord where is hope? I am haunted by the parents on Bluesky asking…
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Christmas 2024
The cold is slowing our brains as we sit in unheated homes the dirty water in our mains, and still bitter Covid roams. — Children wanting this and that, poor parents pulled into a trap, Grandparents only affording tat, and still the prices – where’s the cap? — There’s a Christmas sparkly Fairy, and lights…
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Hosanna!
Grief stricken, an empty armed mother wanders outside the city gates and meets the family leaving their home, empty pocketed, no wage to come. —- Misshapen people, ostracised sit in the shade of the tombs and rocks, longing for a health to enter the city where they are unclean, where deprivation, disease, death and hatred…
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The Eternal Pilgrimage
I’ve walked the ways of curlews and grasshoppers, through meadows and pine trees, muddy lanes, valleys of mists and cliffs where choughs called to my soul and saw sun gilded branches and great ocean waves holding the glory of gold. === I’ve walked hospital corridors, shared shed tears, watched the light go from a sick…
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Waiting in the Night
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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The Hiddenness of Christ
The Road to Emmaus —- Talking makes it real, words inadequately describing, while walking. No one would guess seeing the two, that one unseen, a companion who bent his head and heard, hidden for a moment to give space, hidden from their grief. —— The moment came and he shared their grief, a friend for…
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Love
Those eyes, I look and see myself as he does, He stares back with leisurely love, It never wavers, Each tiny cell speaking peace, Each lash and brow saying, “Hush.” Challenged I watch those eyes that watched the children play, and Blessed them, turned to the blind and dumb, and healed them, looked into the…
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The Gethsemane of the last Supper
Blood, boils, frogs, hail, came the children’s cries, and soft silence as they remembered the first born sons – like me, he thought and will I be recalled? He watched their faces, joined in the swell, but shakily. His last feast with his family of meandering men and wise women before violence and death. —-…
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Is God a Bully?
Wear a hat! Sit still! Wear a veil! Behave! prostrate yourself! give money! Fast! Submit! =========== God is warring, violent, avenging, A Jealous one, rewards killers, racist, white, spurns women, wants sacrifices, tramples infants! Thous shall not! ========= Didn’t God create a beautiful world? Love and families? gave us Jesus, healing, equality for all, non…
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