Oct 2020
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Bouquet from the King
The room gasps: outside our window beneath a hunch of trees, it’s there. In a rush of light & stillness … a Bouquet from the King, in a fuss of forest early evening mist. “For you.” He whispers; I fling my mind down and lunge to where we get a closer angle: this pic doesn’t… Continue reading
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‘I BELIEVE’
I’ve glowed over a few things like the day she was born, twas dawn literally; and in these days of uncertainty, a voice crying out with new hope, belief. Too young to know what utter hopelessness really is, young enough to sing it like an angel- our daughter Vihan’s debut album Evening with Grace, this… Continue reading
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Thankyou & looking forward!
Okayeeee! My first attempt at this, shaky albeit, in our messy:) creative space at home; but needed to say thankyou and too, if you’re on U tube – will be putting out Vihan’s Debut album EVENING WITH GRACE, the best in contemporary worship music I’ve ever heard! Description in Utube has a bit on that.… Continue reading
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What am I?
Not even who, but what am I, the boy asked looking at the floor, his eyes flat with nothingness. What had happened here, would stay with him till the end of that day. And when it spilled it was like lava, every word singed our ears. There had been self abuse and total lack of… Continue reading
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Friend of sinners
*** Listen close and you will hear a bus, a neighbour’s drill….. yea was recorded in a tiny home studio, at a time of transits. This Album was worked off a Psr 630(keys), and my undying love for Theatre: it is perhaps who I am without choir costume and acquired taste… just all my voice… Continue reading
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Harvest of Tears
it goes down the cheek of our fields, prayers like rain, like tears, these kisses of heaven? I couldn’t have guessed this was a Garden. What. Blossoms of Your Breath. Your Breath. Oceans of Words, reaching in me, in me. As if I were just ONE child You had, and wherever I went You followed… Continue reading
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Where does Help come from?
It arrived that morning, not like an orange life jacket but via a few loud words yelled in my ear by a man on a bike. “Jesus loves you!” he roared as the road took him down and swerved into the market place. I stood staring at his audacity. His noise! His impertinence. Who’d he… Continue reading
