Healer
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Watch “SECRET GULLY | THE BOY WITH NO NAME (Pt .2) | Little Lights” on YouTube
Inspired by a real life 5 year old I met one monsoon at a school for slum kids, you’d never forget ‘Raju’ the school called him. His folks called him ‘chokra’ for street boy. There was no hatred at his home, only the face of poverty, the numbing face of sleepless days and nights. His 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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Step through Locked doors
May we seek and find Him more today, than ever before. May we touch His Wounds and never doubt again. May He step through our walls, our locked doors; may we experience His Passion in new ways, in our roads to ‘Emmaus‘; oh that same power that raised Jesus the Christ from the dead, be Continue reading
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Armour of Light
..reaching, sifting, shredding all dark: surpassing everything we know, leading us to Secrets yet to show: You my only eternal Friend, what else is there this wide, this deep, or high: than the endless life of Light? Continue reading
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Surprise Visitors @April
Images from yesterday’s news refused to leave but this morning a tree full of thumb- sized black birds, white chested (what are they?) they greet with rowdy song… what are they saying? Last week we saw a family of Peacock. I thought it was a whacky dream…. ….glistening blue preening in the few meters between Continue reading
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Touched
by what held us all these years: I’m touched, by the power within us that is greater than fear, touched by how new leaf and bud appear, relentless of germs & sickness, they pout at my quick disbelief of personal endurance, Touched, where I am rinsed by storms of cleansing…. I believe you and I Continue reading
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The Outcaste’s Prayer
Here there is no one else, here there are no words, none but Yours- falling in my ears, like a Prayer : I have never heard You pray before, I have never heard You pray over me: Words that breathe life over my ash. This I could not have believed, that God would pray o’er Continue reading
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No Place like Love
We meet Mangula* in a little town outside Bangalore….where exactly is she from? Half Kannada, Telugu, Tamil…she doesn’t know. How many people groups are we in this busy Peninsula India? At least 70, I hear . I get permission to tell her story, take her picture. Mangula is thrilled, unashamed, why should she be? She’s Continue reading
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Healing Rain let It fall, whisper Its Secrets: ‘..it’s too late..’
The lyrics of a song done with my lefty guitar (will upload when theres courage to do that:). Words run off me and I can’t think except watch how healing walks in. No evidence, it crawls in a millimeter at a time. Then two steps back. Yes I’m a dreamer but positivity alone has never Continue reading
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Have you seen someone inhale music thru’ their ears…
My Jeff (Noel – no one else would put up with my messy paint tubes and books in corners and centre stage of my life), when he listens to music it’s like he’s breathing it in via ear phones. I’ve not seen someone savour music the way he does; it’s his profession (Sound) yet him Continue reading
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Paperboats
Let it go, its time Continue reading
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What lives with you
Where no one knows, It pours out. .. Jars. Oil, RN Vineyard series Continue reading
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When Healing comes
When Healing came It Bled. It Crossed boundaries. It broke Itself like Bread and poured Itself out like Water. All of a sudden there were too many visuals now, too many verbs and adjectives. This had been a desert, no oasis. Now, a Garden. A Garden with no room except a crude stable and hay.… Continue reading
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The Cross and the Cradle
Christmas will never go away, because of the Cross Continue reading
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Its such little words
“I love you,” He said it like it were oceans Continue reading
