Tag: Jesus
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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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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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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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Three Wise Men
The heights were cold in the old bones,the lowland warmthe desert hot in the dayand freezing by night.Still they came, a paradeseeking God, who had called themwith a star. Many a night huddled for warmth,they sought other signsbut only a star in a cold bright skyanswered them with mystery. Many months passed and many sights…
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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…
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The Healing Poet?
(Inspired by R S Thomas) Dipping his head the poet drank from the depths of his soul, there in his woundedness lay memories of such pain, Remember me they cry, we can wound again, write us out, share our bane. ——– Still, he wrote, and I’ve heard, a despair sore, poems written, stored,…
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