Recovery

Hindered love

With parting imminent Afraid to say those final words, Too vulnerable to muster Expression of enduring love To blow aside the bluster. Too gruff to welcome sentiments, To free them from tied tongues. Indignance mutes the poignant truth That now remains unsung. May parting draw in softer lights – A rose-truthed clarity – The last…

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Neighbours labours

The parable of the good Samaritan is well known, and most of us would like to cast ourselves sympathetically in that story. But we may be challenged by the words of Martin Luther King Jr on that – “I imagine that the first question the priest and the Levite asked was: ‘If I stop to…

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Protective perspective

Perspective can be paramount. I once read about a child feeling overwhelmed at news stories of destruction and wrongs done in the world, until an adult told them to look for the helpers within the situation – those, perhaps quietly but always determinedly, countering the harms done. Placing themselves there sends a message to victims…

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When Nan burned bright.

When Nan burned bright. At a hundred-and-a-half, Nan was ready to ease out of life. Burning her body was one thing, but bearing the heat in the room was quite another prospect. Nan was born into shame, an illegitimate child whose mother had nothing but contempt and spite for her. She was raised to feel…

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Small boat, big seas

  In roiling seas I’d wished I’d skirted – harbour-seeking all perverted – the passage to that still horizon reels me, and my soul is siphoned down into deep briny troughs. But though my fears are in the buff I’ll hunker in the hull of this coracle, and trust it’s bouyant beams arborical.    …

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Fruit shoots

I had such zest and energy, a new skin of sweet piquancy. ’Don’t take the pith!’ I pled and cried, ’Don’t pare me from ekklesia’s side!’ Uncommon people pulped me down, sapped me – but, was then I found out flowed  a fresh vitality. This juice was worth the press and squeeze. Discarded flesh, all…

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CROSSED THE RUBICON

No more shall we be woe-begone, not since we crossed the rubicon! Habeas corpus – no unicorn? That horny time is purged.   The test is always by the fruit, and moral tales we shall impute. Our time of ripening (from deep roots) will sap the bitter urge.   Laughter transports poignancy and gives the…

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Phoenix kicks

A greater authority gives me true edicts. My territory’s enlarged, my horizon so scenic. I rebuff the acruidity.   The ash and the oil shall be marked on this phoenix, and I shall rise above power politics – I’m healing by creativity.

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Ashes and Oil

It is not I, but he, indicted – such sadness of a soul benighted. Pride has wounded and misguided but the critics heart is unrequited. In brokenness I once was sighted, yet – of sustaining grace reminded – ashes and oil are all united. To restoration I’m invited.

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Sleeping Snooty

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the one who’s so enthralled by abusing those who see past his self-centred deity? It’s served you well to spin the story, and yet its lost you so much glory. A little prick – how do you sleep? No conscience, you shrug off deceits. But the greater wheel of…

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