Tag: God
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Sanctuary
The wood echoed with the laughter of a woodpecker, finely tuned wrens and a black cap called high above my head, light refracted on the unfurling leaves, around me a sea of blue. Silently, softly treading as if in a church, Feeling the power of love enfolding my heart, I sank into the beauty as…
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All that was made was made through Him.
It pressed into his skull, tearing his skin, wild thorns shocking Him. A man with a lash, watched him tremble but played his part in the injustice til He was almost dead. Did he remember They were both made through Him and for Him? Did he regret speaking creation into being? As the light was…
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I Cannot do this
Part One – Mary speaks:- I cannot do this, I cannot be this. He is my baby. I feel as though a sword has pierced my soul. — I cling to Mary Magdalene as she clings to me. What sense is this? His work is not finished. What can he do when dead? — My…
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Candlemas
Anna, she’d seen them come and go, power greedy, denying the poor. She’d wept for men and women alike, abused, oppressed and separated out. Daily she exchanges her prayer filled cell, for the temple, glorious in its abundant splendour. … Simeon, faithful in prayer and living, seeking daily the face of God, turns to God’s…
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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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Who is your God?
The wise man asked, Who do you seek? “God,” we said. — Tell me about your God,” he said. — The voices crowded in: God is big so big the Universe is not big enough for him, He likes it when we listen, God wants us to be wealthy. The good to be healthy. The…
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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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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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Sing a Rainbow
Deep in sorrow I walked the walk of grief, Feeling in my hurting heart the pain of loss. Each beat a reminder of them and their sweet faces now facing an enemy grown by greed. — The rainbows arched across the sky, spilling their palette of colours as it stretched until it sank into the…
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