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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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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  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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