Holy Monday It was riddled with corruption and guilt, that temple in Jerusalem, No one could come and feel beloved excepting the moneyed leadership. —– The tables were out and wares bought, in that holy courtyard, In poverty they came where exploitation capitalised on the hungry poor. —– Pitiful returns on money exchanged, and the… Continue reading Coercion and Corruption
Palms or Arms
He boldly went on a bewildered donkey, batting the flies as they settled to feed on both their faces. The long ears of the ass twitching and both hearts fast beating as the crowds around cried,”Hosanna!” — The strewed garments grimy and torn by flocks of people waving branches, claiming the humble man as their… Continue reading Palms or Arms
Prayer on the Front Line.
I pray for Ukraine, that each blade of grass, flowers, bees and beetles, birds and butterflies . —- I pray for their protection against the avalanche of violence and vile destruction. —– I pray for each small child, girl or boy, their school, hospital, park and their climbing tree. ——- I pray for their safety,… Continue reading Prayer on the Front Line.
The Poor paying for the Rich
He looked into his wallet and then into the face of his children. Oliver looked out from their faces, thinned and paled by hunger, Their sad eyes looked at under woolly hats and coat covered arm hugs. — His eyes watered and his empty belly grumbled as he opened the last dull can of beans,… Continue reading The Poor paying for the Rich
Feed the Rich and starve the Poor.
He looked into his wallet and then into the face of his children. Oliver looked out from their faces, thinned and paled by hunger, Their sad eyes looked at him as they hugged each other for warmth. —- His eyes watered and his empty belly grumbled as he opened the last dull can of beans,… Continue reading Feed the Rich and starve the Poor.
The Flames of Death
It was beautiful, the newly shooting buds of ancient trees, those toppled by the terrible storms defiantly greening, At our feet the carpet of pungent garlic holding its buds as precious gifts to a foraging folk and here and there stars of anemones shining in the dim lit ancient path. == We trod on round… Continue reading The Flames of Death
The Hearth of the multitude.
The memorial bench, a seat in the mystery of time, where I can sit, and my heart swell with the beauty of the place where he sat and contemplated the view. —————– The mist far out to sea cooled the sultry spring air, Silent, eyes closed, no wind and somewhere not far a bud opened,… Continue reading The Hearth of the multitude.
A Sacred Moment
interrupted my daydream with a loud, clear call
Ukraine and Evil
She stepped over the grim reminder that somewhere, someone wants her dead, harried, frightened, threatened, fastened to her people by a thread of vile, red evil that looks to reject what was not perfect – but was the way they lived, and gave of their best for their nation and now they ration their food… Continue reading Ukraine and Evil
The Rainbow
The arching rainbow cleared to trees and came to earth in the city, The colours vibrant and the ghost of a second beginning to shine, A vibration ran through me as I stared in awe and saw the truth that love and grace are all colours and so we celebrate our diversity as the bow… Continue reading The Rainbow