Tag: violence
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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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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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Forgiveness Costs
The author of forgiveness saw this blue planet as so, loving the troubled earth with paid for patience though, speaking through the earthquakes, fires and lightnings, was steadfast through shifting of huge teutonic plates breathed living spirit released the power of oxygen, and steadfastly refused to give up on humans hates. —- Millenia passed, filling…
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Prayer on the Front Line
I pray for Ukraine, that each blade of grass, flowers, bees and beetles, birds and butterflies. – I pray for their protection against the avalanche of violence and vile destruction. — I pray for each small child, girl or boy, their school, hospital, park and their climbing tree. — I pray for their safety, in…
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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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Guantanamo Fear or Victims
—— He hides face in his arms as they grabbed him, twisting, hurting his already rope burned skin, innocently he had travelled to aged Afghanistan, guilty by colour and creed he was violently taken, not arrested, nor accused like hundreds of others. —— Guantanamo Bay, a cruel place of tried and tested torture criminalising good…
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Public Humiliation of the Innocent.
Good Friday All through the night he was moved and tried, no one stood by him and not one dared stay, Peter denied knowing him and a cock crowed, people yelled, ‘Crucify!’ when Pilate was unsure. Washing his hands, wipes away innocent blood, scans the grown ugly mob and turns to Jesus, and hands the…
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