It’s not just counting sheep that helps us sleep. It’s counting with God the sheep that helps us sleep smiling: the lost sheep found, the last folded ‘n’ gated. Advertisements
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Ox-faced Luke, his gospel yoked to that load bearing beast of burden ploughing on through life’s muddied field Ox-bowed Luke, his gospel bulging muscle of sacrifice for the lost, the poor and stranger still their inheritance of earth Luke, author of the third gospel, is often symbolised by a winged ox, one of the […]
The path of the righteous is like the light of dawn which shines brighter and brighter until full day. Proverbs 4:18 Who knows where first steps lead? We feel our way through death’s vale, beyond the pale to dark corners, blind alleys, a way hardly taken, through dark nights of the soul. This is the […]
Waking in the middle of the night, say, midway between lying and rising, just then, is not always curse and cue for raking old worries to no effect. just sometimes we awake with a blessing, precious memories shine our consciousness: not one, but two lights beam in darkness, a colon before rest. where do they […]
On this beach sound and sand we lay ourselves to rest: an annual punctuation, a colon and breathing space, kindling and basking delighted by overlapping waves of welcome: a silver thread in tiredness’ tapestry. Tourists and turtles take their turns digging to cool sand for new generation; young engineers make their marks and build playful […]
Lead learner, grasps graphite to grey gravity: bottom drawer, may b, pension drawer may b but lead learning at last. PS. I’m learning to draw!