Healing

Stony Ground

My steps did cede on stony ground – I wait to see injustice drowned. An ocean’s-worth of briny tears have stung and washed me. And the pier of jutting pride is not so grand to ever ‘gainst His flow withstand. Time and tide of grace will wash us all, and heal with salty solace.

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Elephant in the room

We walk into my padded room and – yes – there is the pachyderm. Of course it’s there, all grey and trunky! “But what the heck is smelling funky from that corner?” folks exclaim as they exit, in disdain.   I stay perched upon the stool – I will not run or lose my cool.…

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Stand

  I stand, as prophesied – long pausing ushers us to what outpouring? Yoked launches looming, juxtaposing how our stories keeps unfolding.     I once saw myself leaning against a hard rock wall, achingly tipped slightly forward so my forehead would maintain contact. It was imperative that I kept that connection, no matter what.…

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Step up

What stands upon your landing? What fear looms dark astride your courage? Come, step up – you’ll find you’re armoured beyond pride.   ‘Are you man enough?’  The question empowers as much as it taunts. No matter what steps we face, what edifice lies before us, defiance of our own disquietudes – by faith in…

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Yew and you

  Rooting from a broken branch regrows the yew. Steadfast standing sentinel needles you. Tumoured overgrowth of pride pricks anew – sap me once again, my friend, you’ll regenerate too.     The yew tree is well known in churchyards. It stands for longer than might be expected. It has unusual qualities;  bearing needles yet…

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