Writing
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I saw it on the Salisbury Centre stall. It was the shape that drew me - simple and symmetrical. Carefully I picked it up and turned it round to savour its perfection. more»
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Letting go, hands open, a gentle push and a wicker basket carrying treasured cargo floats down the Nile. more»
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Heart song rises as landscape shifts and changes at each turn of the road... more»
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...the congregation moves slowly forward, slotting into the spaces at the altar rail to receive the bread and wine... more»
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Gurgles of delight bubbling upwards, held captive to keep faith with others on holy retreat. more»
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I see her now, inched to the edge of her bed: duvet down, pink flanellette sheets giving up the ghost of her warmth. more»
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Here and now I hold my bread Alone at table, I gazed with delight at freshly baked bread. more»
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The day began without me; dozing 'til the prayer bell summoned us from sleep. more»
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Minds cannot comprehend; Truth is veiled in paradox. more»
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Those before me knew how to stroke the steep sodden hills of Wales just enough to yield a little milk each day and sufficient mutton for stewing. more»
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You simply notice one sweet day that you are at peace ... more»
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Summer tales of Magi. Full moon's whiteness on an unknown path. more»
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Here a mouth opens, thirsty to receive. The girl stares down at it, as if at a puzzle, shocked if this is the answer, stares in terror and wonder at what she has done. more»
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The Moon assails the Sun; a chill deathly more»
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two wonders of acuity, a third surpassing both: in an instant judge more»
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The profound logic of God's symphony requires a new theme come to voice so Mary totally unsuspecting more»
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In this evening after eating outYou serve us nightcaps as we talkNoting our lazy hermeneutics, how we crossLong sentences like little rivers winding betweenPrecipices and over rocky more»
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Awe-struck wonder, restless life weigh lightly on gentle hearts, open minds, freeing spirits to rise. more»
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I Jack, eighteen died on his motorbike aneurism the Ugly Sister expert in camouflage and ambuscade more»
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Somewhere between feelings and intellect prayers may be born. Holy Island is a meditative reflection offered for personal and community use. more»
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The random scoop of raw prawns from the seafood counter all fearfully and wonderfully made; wrenching off their heads a posthumous violation more»
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They fret and chafe and set us all on edge as their religious festivals approach. But this week, men, the gods have smiled on us ‑ more»
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Entering alone the silent otherness of the tunnelled world; with close intent more»
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A response to the Moments article (9 Sept. 2012) Getting to grips with space by The Rev Sande Ramage Spacious Living. Why do we tolerate, create, celebrate, engineer such noise more»
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Jealous of her authority bruised by her loss the Ugly Sister sat unnoticed more»