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In a Valley of Many Ash Trees
In a Village of Many Ash Trees
Palm Sunday 2014
the clock of St. Leonard will tell only
one time. Two minutes to eight.
It’s four-thirty,
a shattered sunlight catches on
gravestones, hides names from view,
keeps the late of this parish, secret;
causes you to struggle as you read their fate
in polished marble or mis-placed lead letters.
Sad tales of...
Friday 10th April 2020 10:55 pm
For the third time
For the third time
Peter.
Listening to the cockerel.
Again.
Waits as a tear develops
In his eye.
Kicking Love away to die.
He waits.
Floating.
Nowhere to go.
Except down.
This isn’t how He meant it to be.
But here it comes.
The mounting wave of pain.
Threatening.
Entreating Him.
To wave His arms
And save Himself.
This is drowning.
This is drowning
In the sea of the Cross.
...
Thursday 24th March 2016 6:22 pm
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