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The Halting Prayer
🍃 6 pm brrr. Our city looks like an Impressionist Painting of smog. Jita peers back through the tiniest opening of her door. We used to be good friends, now she lets none of us in. The last time we tried, the eyes were like glass. Her nephew’s family visits on occasion. Jita lost her Continue reading
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My Friend & Hiding Place
To my horror I realized my growing addiction to Thrillers. Exorcist though was ugly- boring. Omen more aethestically thrilling, clever. Sure I was nose-deep – in Love for the Sacred, but just about nose deep. Like a deep sea diver that flip flops with mere sand crab. One noon, my 7 months pregnant self, watching Continue reading
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Republic of Heal
Touch me Lord, deep within the fractures of my territory. Cleanse me here where darkness hides, but You know! You know every battle wound, curse & bleed. You who hears my cry, unlock my joy, fill my eyes with your Light, my ears with Your Life.Father God, liberate my sensitivities; may I need none else 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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I thought I was alone,
but the world looks in with need, Its eyes hinge on my flesh for sustenance, I never knew we are befriended by the cries of aloneness like never before …. We need each others faces and voices and arms of tenderness; love is no more an old fashioned abused thing; as a race we are Continue reading
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Elixir
There was no ‘magic’ in Penja’s bowl, nothing but her basic steamed rice in turmeric & garlic fried curries. If we were fortunate we were treated to stir fried onion rings, tomato pickles and home made breads. When Penja served you her glass of water it was in copper tumbler scoured clean with tamarind. She Continue reading
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What did it feel like, Jesus?
Alone, all the way. No likes or approval. Not a single friend that deadly Friday. After all the miracles and love, everything died. No visitors in your cell, no long last hugs except the 40 lashes. Your last Song, a lone cry, “Father forgive them they know not what they do.” Sometimes I feel You Continue reading
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Courtesy of the Cross
I haven’t understood this – as much as I have during this past year: I’ve bitten into Its wood, Its Bleed. Its brutal honesty. How do I identify with It’s utter ‘Insanity‘.. Why did the Christ do what He did, how does It help Humans? When you break thresholds of pain, there is no pretence: Continue reading
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Global Bowl
Go Dog Go Cafè This photograph ‘Homeless woman‘, from Helen Cherry’s stunning Blog gazed at me all yesterday through Sunday dinner and warm sheets and bed; through our roof in pre-dawn mist and warm breakfast this morning. I can’t get her out of my hair. Her and the billions of Us, asking, asking, asking Questions Continue reading
