Unwelcome explosion! a plague population: they ate the fruit, and nibbled each shoot, they cropped the corn, great swathes were shorn: the farmer’s annoyed, his labour destroyed.
cf 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 Love is patient, love is kind, never purposefully blind, tastes ridicule and rebuff, but has no pretence, or bluff, hypocrisy or discontent,
A love that willingly exchanged the perfect wonder, perfect honour, perfect praise, for weakness, schemes and sneers ranged around, suspicion malicious, murderous intention;
( anglicized to ‘Barmouth’) The streams are flowing, the river growing, from mountain tumble to lowland amble that slowly wanders and meanders, until an estuary with tidal range,
Is truth immutable concealed, – that sought-for, solid base? or has a greater One revealed real absolutes, in grace? No other person knows my thought unless explained and shared;
