The cloud had darkened, and the lane lengthened, as my dragging feet walked the dusty way home. My fears were growing and the worry charging my mind with images and misery. The news was bad. == A person walks on and carries with them their past, the nightmares and traumas, failures and fears grasp the… Continue reading Healing Birds:
Author: H
margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.
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Word press updates my blog, Oh no your emails I do not see I wanted to tell them but Oh blow! they’re are flighty as a bee.
Protest
Protest How do you raise a flag for Britain when our own bulldog bites back? How do you take back our blighted land when our government’s harsh hand is to make us like a dictatorship? — Their traitorship looms and grimly looks out at portholes of misery, on tyranny, and the duplicity of the mystery… Continue reading Protest
Brexit lies destroy
It was a fallacy that ate at his soul. no one had explained it. But its toll was breaking his heart and the children’s home. As the money mounted in his loan. —— She was hoping that it was not true as she eyed the data of what is due, Each tiny zero was impossibly… Continue reading Brexit lies destroy
Deadly Climate Crisis.
The lonely sparrow fidgeted in the hedge, while down below an adder slowly stirred, above the magpie chattered on its ledge, soaring the buzzard stared at the bird. — The heated fiery sun burned their backs, the haze mimicked the mirage of water, a house, closed against the hostile, faces a hope’s that’s fast diminishing.… Continue reading Deadly Climate Crisis.
The Listening Rose
He stood patiently. Bow politely poised, the pink blush of the roses brushed the shiny green leaves, heart shaped blossoms fell like soft down at his feet. —- Each branch had reached out in fear, growing piercing thorns to scratch the arms, which it thought intended it harm, increased in number sharpened darts. —– He… Continue reading The Listening Rose
Refugee Children in the Hold.
A child can only look on knees, frail, loud, loving and free, hunting beetles, shedding tears, smelling the earth, ‘It’s nearer to me!’ —– A child can only look on knees, and spider webs’ silvery droplets, marvelling at the moon and stars, splashing in cool, cerulean seas. —- A child can only look on knees,… Continue reading Refugee Children in the Hold.
The Swift Migrant.
A swift circled the blue, blue sky, another joining a long pilgrimage, journeying through jagged mountains. countries and places endangering their fragile, feathered lives. Those arriving are welcomed. Watching their flight we raise happy faces to a cerulean heavens of their grace. ==== Travelling thousands of long miles, they, like each refugee seek shelter,… Continue reading The Swift Migrant.
The burning heart
The silence grew, the issue lay hid, no one spoke for a dying child. —– Each click of the fingers, each moment in time, they die of hunger, violence or harm, abused and broken, sexually mauled and their tears don’t make headlines while a fantasy does. —– Narcissistic natures boldly claim the front of every… Continue reading The burning heart
The Widow’s Mite/Oppression Destroys
Her life in turmoil, sad in a poor home, no money to spend, two halfpennies left. ———– The lawyers look on with glee, another widow, vulnerable and poor, steal her home, send her to in-laws oppress her till she numbly goes. —— They set the bar high, in the temple treasury, 2 coins is a… Continue reading The Widow’s Mite/Oppression Destroys