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Two Kings, Two Feasts

[Continuing the idea of a hymn for Sundays] The Despot Herod held a feast, and showed himself a tyrant beast, gave to the dancer her vile wish of righteous John’s head on a dish. But, Jesus saddened, found a place of quiet, but crowds still sought his face, he had compassion on their need, and gave them truth and bread to feed …

Drizzle and Dandelions

Driving in the drizzle, dripping trees obscured by mizzle, road awash, and frequent splash, sodden grass and swirls of rain – wipers swish on ‘fast’...

“Get me out of here!”

They say you are not, or don’t care, no intervening Lord …

The Green Blush

Roadside curtains, dusty dry, of tangled trees – when driving by through March they still seemed spent and sere, but now we’ve watched green blush...
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