On a hilltop, the Suffolk laborer works the harvest without a question why?The rich man’s children walk over the unmarked graves of plague families. A storybook picture on a pure unadulterated English landscape, I am just believing, I am the picture. “Stuff that dreams are made on”, flesh built on bones of sin with no […]
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I see a chapel in the wilderness, it stood untouched through the torturous thunder of Passchendaele, and can be seen with more than eyes, when Hell visits this world’s chaos. When men set their feet on laborious ways of war, and conceive tyrant dreams, dreams that are always imposed on others, the Chapel appears……. The
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For the love of God and people like me “Christ is the head of the home, the unseen guest of every meal, the silent listener to every conversation.” The above lines used to hang on the wall in the old vicarage living room, in days of simplicity. I haven’t seen that quote anywhere recently, and
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In the sea of grief I see the lone soldiers full of bloodless hope.They walk a vast array of spirit fields where human ruin faces fragile mirrors.There is a place beyond tears and solitary rain. Oh my friends never let the theatre of human endeavour fool you into thinkingyou can trust! “Love hide thy face!”
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That day 1964, you the dreaming wordsmith, you said our dreams were ‘33lights to the wind’, We spent years believing that the sunset had red sails, now that old sea still rolls,but you are no longer here to light up the time with wonder, wonderful you fullof dreams and young heart starlight imaginings and sunset
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(Hope stings eternal) There is a place where groping things go about their programmed lust for survival. I once saw a dark corner where I, doped with fear, tried not to look but, compulsions angels forced me. There is a place where even shadows hide their shame, and they out-live everything! The prisoners of Priory
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“All the world’s a stage and all the men and women merely players” So wrote the great Bard. Humankind want to build utopias where God seems not to care, so we lie to each other, spend thousands on medical insurance trying to avoid deaths honesty. Chemical smoke, mushroom clouds tangled in the folly of trust,