Tag: fear
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Too Late?
The flowers wilt on the wracked earth, there are no buzzing bees, temperatures soar untempered, children stare out of thin slits, curtains, closed against the searing sun. – It was an emergency, now it emerges change was too late. Nothing growing on the farms where water has long been gone. — It was an emergency,…
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Far Right
Humanity is like the morning mist, warmed by the sun of greed there some lightly flows away in drifts, and some hangs low in valleys. —– Compassion is like the rocky cliffs, ever being pressed and smashed by the increasing anger of the sea of hearts, encased with ego’s stone.
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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…
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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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The Earth left to Governments
The moon stared through the dust at the landscape, barely limming rooftops and rare trees with her light, and down in the streets no one moves as the dark oppression of climate collapse knocks on their doors. — Hiding behind a front door a child peeps through the unsealed letter box, and smells the dust…
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The Tears of a Refugee
Tenderly he lifted her like a merchant with fine china, he laid her on the grass and called her name, no answer, he heard as she listened only to the dear departed and already had forgotten his tenderness. —- Slowly she sank into the grass as if she was longing for her grave. He walked…
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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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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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Do they even care?
Sewage on our beaches government beyond our reaches, history did not teach us and now they cling like leeches, —- feeding off the poor, slamming shut the door, hunger comes with a roar and they say they’re sticking to the law. — Crisis costs will rise, Will they hear the dying sighs? Will they finally…
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