Tag: grief
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The Risk for God’s Only Son
That could be you, a hungry baby, Son, will you go? They looked at the playing children, at struggling, enslaved teenagers, Wept with a mother weeping over her dead baby. They looked at soldiers killing scared children They looked at the those bound and in prison, at the outcasts, the sick and the lonely, They…
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Mother Earth
I carried them in my womb, nurtured them with my milk, watched them grow and multiply and learn from me. — No words we exchanged, no punishment did I mete and yet they listened and joyfully reaped my goodness. — Swiftly they learned to kill, and my face was bloodied, and they trampled each other;…
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The Fragrant Blessing of Hope
Mary speaks part 2 I cannot go on. My heart is dead, a blackness entered my soul and his battered body is ever before my face. I am empty, any pride in him is gone. Was any of it true? Oh I need Joseph he would remind me of the words of angels, God sent…
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Love One Another
God looked and saw them eyeing each other’s eyes, Testing each other, judging. – God sighed, angels cried. — God sighed, angels cried, The son had been there, judged. – He called them to Him charged them to see each other through His eyes, His love and to be set free.
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The Crown of Thorns
Blood dripped on the floor as he plaited, The Cruel Crown. To inflict pain always causes pain. No one knew the cost of those long, deep piercing nail like thorns. No one asked. Who picked the branches wove them and who forced them on Christ’s head? Did he look Jesus in the eye? Was it…
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Autumn Dance
Over the dying countrysidethere the grace of God glows,As death reachesfor the green foliage,so, the creator reachesFor a palette. A rainbow of colours,exotic in array.Covenanted to returninexuberant joyAs the faithful SpringtimeReveals her plenty. Shall we dance thenin the joy of Autumnand rise in the gloryof our Spring?
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The Angel in the Flak Jacket
The Angel stood tall, the flak jacket contrasting carefully his glowing, golden skin. A man caressed his clattering, carnage making machine gun, ——– a tear crept from the corner of his eye and slowly slid down his cheek. While the soldier considered the hungry endangered crowds for another kill. —– The child lay at the…
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Crisis
I waken, crying, for the Middle East eruption, corruption, for the Russian occupation of a sovereign nation for women and children fleeing before raping soldiers, desperately seeking food, shelter, safekeeping. -=-=- I watch the news with sinking feelings, leads to kneeling and crying out they’re stealing the lives of children, breaking promises, torturing prisoners, hostages…
