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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
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Here, nothing is ‘yours’ or ‘mine’ anymore….
*** …not in this day and time. Stop pretending it’s not still there: that selfish way we lived our lives, vying, clamoring for attention- suspicious of each other, or plain scrambling for power. Stop it, it hurts us. It hurts you. It’s not just old mode now, its the naked truth of how humans have… Continue reading
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A palmful of summer rain
Gojay dreamed of a well by the acre of hardened land his father had inherited from his father; a well with water in it. That monsoon after the last rain cloud was blown away, he dug little shallows in his fathers ungiving field, but there was no water. That summer and the next. One weekend… Continue reading
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Watch “I shall not want” Time Lapse
Enjoyed putting this together… ay the sea and shells … all at home. No we didn’t go to any beach, though waiting to! Have a great Sunday, y’all. Stay blest! PS. Ads seen here? That’s not us. This is a non Premium site, so. Continue reading
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Broken Places
It was the first church I’d remember, breaking tiles and a rectangular room with mats. They sat in raggedy rows, some with tobacco stained teeth and rings in their ears. The men too. If they smoked, it was within their teeth: tiny rolled tobacco leaf that glowed and let out its acrid fumes. When the… Continue reading
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Could?
Would, should, but could? That’s the option that hangs between abilities. Can you walk? Could you cross that river? Can you trapeeze? Could you bungee jump? Can you breathe? Could you live? Can we agree? Could you accept one another? Can we not kill? Could we not hate? Can we care that we dont care….… Continue reading
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The “In-Words” Are: Faith, Hope and Love ♥
Last month we had the privilege of meeting Arron’s Blog where he nurses among a whole list of care giving for older citizens, caring for their homes and gardens,(even people’s precious pets), he has a Faith Garden, yeah Mustard seedlings in happy rows! In a time when Faith Hope and Love are Essentials like never… Continue reading
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Watch “The Story of The Hills (Timelapse) –
I have not done art live, and I’m thinking, this is a good place to start with a lil story that broke Time into BC & AD Continue reading
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‘You got wings of fire’
she said that to me, just like that and I felt the arms of those words descend on my senses. We are limited by human description, we are victims of fatigue and yet, now and again, God sends His angels to remind us of the Christ within, waiting to be unfurled again, and again, and… Continue reading
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Don’t die…
it’s too late. HE already took that. Too late to just survive, nah this time round, we dance our eyes to His Light. In His breath, we breathe. Yeah with His feet, we dance again. *** P.S. Any Ads.seen here are not supported by this Site. You see them because this is not paid Premium… Continue reading
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“I think ‘Mercy’ is this..”
I’ve never done a repost this way: as someone suggested, here’s my take on “Mercy:…is this? “ …he knew where it was. Day after day he watched her sit outside; he reached in that small ledge over the gutter- stood on the chair, then on his little toes … for that jar. The woman had… Continue reading
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I think Mercy is this..
This chair? Or the child that chair was waiting for? Or the Window…. Continue reading
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Shut the ‘yabber- yabber of the Locust’!
When I was a child I was skinny, and I was a child. Shy. I stammered. Had to wear glasses very young. It kept falling off my snub nose. Got teased for that and my skinny legs. All that and I couldnot speak as well as the grown ups around me. I was ‘Pin throat’,… Continue reading
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10,000 Reasons • When Gratitude Kickstarts Joy
https://chronic-joy.org/10000-reasons-when-gratitude-kickstarts-joy/ by Chronic Joy® | Illness, Parenting | 2 comments y 👈Audio GOD LACKS NO CREATIVITY EVEN IN THE LABOR ROOMS OF CHANGE Two years ago our gentle teenager began to steadily turn into a stranger we could hardly recognize. A new medication put an end to his seizures a year later, but the trial had just begun. We broke… Continue reading
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7 Hour GLOBAL WORSHIP EVENT (20 COUNTRIES) | Fast/ PRAY FOR YOUR COUNTRY! || HAVEN FELLOWSHIP” on YouTube
Has there ever been a time like this one? Has there ever been a silence like now: each of us one voice asking the same questions/ the same quest for peace/ the same need? We are as a race quietened; we have never before been startled as we are today. I’ve not experienced a certain… Continue reading
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Between good and evil ….
Between all our rights and crime, we carve an existence. Someone made rules but deep within even a baby knows what is theft, what is hurt, what is cheating. You cant just say you and I can do what we wish, somewhere it hurts someone else. Our choices are dominoes. And like it or not… Continue reading
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Spin Story
My creative tribute to Dad, his Raleigh, & all the wonderful ‘challenged’ people in the world. You are my heart! May you find peace and love and joy in the truest sense of the word: and laughter! Thankyou Treadbikley!❤ (must add I’m still terrified of crossing streets. Doesnt help that I live in the world’s… Continue reading
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What the Cross means to me
And I’d thought this Cross was a symbol of suffering: but It is more. It’s a coat hanger for my soul…. but more, more! Now and then, I’m shredded by life. Now and then dragged into chasms alone… so I thought. So we think, we humans. We are suicidal, sick, disabled, dependent on human resource;… Continue reading
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Yesterday I went got caught in the rain…
paddled in puddles, laughed out loud in my mask, frightened a few men in shop shelter; their eyes crinkling in mirth. The rain fell slow thick drizzle, it tripped a butterfly that sashayed across my face into a nearby lamp post. A wet dog shrugged, its ears flapping to its tail. After a long long… Continue reading
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The Deadliest Contagion
My Article published in DOVE TALES: LITERARY JOURNAL OF THE ARTS The Deadliest Contagion: writing for peace, rayla noel: That first time I watched ‘Gandhi’, one scene followed me out of the theater door: the one with native police and advancing marchers. Row after row, they went down battered and bloodied, and not one of… Continue reading
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I respect you..
…your time here, your life; it maybe far different from mine, yet here for a breath we meet, brothers / sisters in a time like ne’er before… I respect that your presence, your heart is the physical manifestation of God; we are so alike, we are different but alike in ways too many to not… Continue reading
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Emotional Civilization
I’ve been intrigued by Olivia Laing’s article ‘How to be alone’, which yelled for attention in my Google search for global pulse few months ago. *** We have been a planet of People Groups: Consumers/Givers/Sitters/ Standers/ Travellers/ Chatterers… We talked of things we knew; now it feels like we are Letters we never knew we… Continue reading
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Those school girl days …
So I get serial visits from childhood. My mates in ‘tails & school blue. Ashok in red bicycle and forehead lock, his bright eyes lit up with mischief that time he asks Sis M. why they wear veils and wouldn’t she please lift that veil for us once please? Sis M. blushes pink red purple… Continue reading
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The incredible power of pain
I’m staring at an impossible formula here: the child was alone his entire life from the time his parents left him to when he was found later by more tormentors. Then there’s the story of a young girl in further trauma one wouldn’t wish to detail. All of this towers over the mess in my… Continue reading
