Justice

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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Arbour ardour

Much work against the grain has lent a bite so spent and worn. Yet spits again sweet dust and then fuel for the fire is formed.   My husband spends many an hour harvesting wood for our wood burner. He will not fell a living healthy tree, but rather transforms what is already diseased or…

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Space

  Contracted space inverted – we may enter but we bring the choice to be expansive, space of possibility brims!     I’ve been grateful for those close to me, who have transformed a place of constriction within my heart and mind into one of expansion. I, of course, must also be mindful of how…

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No shadows

  No shadows, no shining, ‘neutrality’s’ prime on acceptable likeness- not character – chosen.     It took a number of attempts to get a photo that passed the criteria for my passport renewal. There was so much rejection, followed by further attempts to conform! It needed to be ‘me’, but only within certain parameters.…

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Line drawn

  Line drawn, for which I mourn. Light of dawn pierce like a thorn, draw grace there-from.     I made a decision recently which hangs heavy within me. In the news this week, again, has been much about toxic cultures which flourish and perpetuate because of bonds of silence and cover-up. It is only…

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Reconstruct

I’m razed-rebuilt upon the rubble (reconstruction’s not so terrible) Abiding clay not crumbling mortar constructs new purpose as it ought to.     Being taken apart is frightening. A sense of fear and failure can overwhelm when only seen in the present. We are told that we were made from clay, that from the earth…

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