Tag: nature
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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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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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Decency can be like morning mist, warmed by the sun of greed, may lightly flow away in greying drifts, or veiled by evil’s, darkened day. — Compassion is like the rocky cliffs, ever being pressed and smashed by the increasing anger of the sea of hearts, encased in ego’s stone.
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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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The Tiger that’s Brexit
Calmly, docilely, the lean, hungry tiger padded through the brush, its stripes hidden by the grasses of greed, its violence in every sinew hidden by the heat of the power of a bus. ——- Camouflaged by power hungry well fed politicians intent on lies, took food from infants, heat from our homes, poisoned our food,…
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The News
Why is my heart breaking? I hear the news on waking broken babies, hungry children, chilled by killing cold and filthy, midden like rivers flushing toxins harmfully in our seas. — Hitler rising from the grave, to bludgeon and break in waves on those who come for shelter too, friends and good people trembling so,…
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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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Oh God why?
Oh God! Why did you have to die? and leave us to our own devices, devoid of restraint and fuelling vices, Jesus rose and left us behind, his words of love and reconciling abound, hope lay fallow as they hid and coped, your Spirit came and filled a few, as wind and flame through them…
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