It was slow and cold over the malevolent mountains where icicle adorned camels tread on vague suspicions of trails. Their bitter breath freezing in the air and each of us huddled gasping against the icy blasts. The camps were hard; starting a fire and hiding under the rough rugs and skins, sheltering under the lee… Continue reading The Wise Men
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Christmas, what’s the point?
The lonely are lonelier, the poor – even poorer, the weak are slowly weaker, the spoiled are so spoiled. And there is a place where you are either outside or in. And no- one asks you to enter. —– The sad are even sadder, the glad somewhat gladder, the fearful – more fearing. The workers… Continue reading Christmas, what’s the point?
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Mercilessly the virus pursues us and prunes life on earth, Masks are worn and relationships torn and born on the net. Massive queues by the hospital to see the overworked staff. Moment by moment worsening ’til Covid conversations are Mixed with Christmas Greetings and curtains closely drawn. —— Many people are working to avoid the… Continue reading M
Christmas Threatened- Bah Humbug ?
She reached for the plain bread to lay it out. One slice each with beans off a far Foodbank. The disappointed children eat without pleasure, and look with eyes that show meagre years of Tory rule. ==== The face of plenty stares at them from the news- paper stand – jolly eyes like Santa with… Continue reading Christmas Threatened- Bah Humbug ?
Ghosts of Christmas
They politely exercise their prero -gatives by sitting on our beds when we crack open an urgent eye to begin the day. They come to us in each piece of wrapping paper and gift, the stockings on the mantelpiece breaking open wounds and joys and hurts and crazy memories of floundering ———— in… Continue reading Ghosts of Christmas
The Shepherds
Did the star, so bright, kill the night? The baby silent in submission to the hands of unloved men and women? Did angels hover and sing so sweetly? Filling the sky with their susurration, articulating the glory of an organic God? ================================ Did Mary know that the sweat, pain and agony of giving birth; was… Continue reading The Shepherds
A Letter to Santa
I’ve written my letter and sent you my note, he’s bound to see just what I wrote, its not a lot but I’m sure he’ll see that all these things are not for me. ============= Dear Santa, please may I have a big box of peace, homes and hope along with my socks, a jigsaw… Continue reading A Letter to Santa