On swallowing

Where does offence go to die?Does it linger in the airLike an invisible toxinChoking youCompelling youTo spit back the venomYou have receivedJust so you can breath again?Or do you swallow it?Determined to keep the peaceYou bite-size the offenseUntil the pieces accumulate and formA disturbing lump in your bellyFilling you upWith an empty resentment?Swallowing offense often […]

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Funeral of self

There we wereGarbed in fine clothesPerched on an altarSurrounded by loved onesMaking promises to have and to holdIn good times and badEuphoric feelings bubblingJoyful tears streamingPutting to deathThe version of ourselvesThat thrived on doing our own thing.We had come to witnessThe mortal woundingOf our singlehoodThe renunciation of our independenceThe funeral of self.

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Church as a casino

What happens when consumerism comes to church?When our pews start feeling an awful lot likeSeats in front of a slot machine?When our ministers morph into celebritiesEntertaining us from a heavy stage-A stage laden with the gold of the earnest giverAnd the trust of thousands-Trust that will inevitably be broken?The church is not a casino.It is […]

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What do the dawnFresh dewAnd a new marriageHave in common?Newness.New things are preciousPrecisely because they are new.Nothing stays still for longOn God’s green earth-Not timeNot circumstanceNot the very planet itself.Each day brings something newEvery minute irrevocably different fromThe one before.A storm eventually yieldsTo a new calm,Peaceful streams flow gentlyUntil they cascade into mighty waterfalls.Newness is […]

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She felt like a Friday

Her conversation led so easily  To laughter, Her joy knocked me senseless Til I forgot my sadness And how heavy the week had been. Her hand was small And made me wonder How so much softness Could take residence on a palm. She felt like a Friday Like a load had been lifted By simply […]

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On becoming middle class

She never thought she would climb.She’d always watched her brothers climb-Climb treesClimb wallsClimb up to the roof of their dilapidatedChildhood homeAnd later she watched themClimb up ladders of successReaching ever higherAs though the gravity of their upbringingHad insulted themAnd they were hellbentOn teaching it a lesson.They climbed so highShe could barely recognise themFor while they […]

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