The Transfiguration When all my crying is done I will flow in the flood of my tears to the peak of the mountain at the top of the world, clasp the sun in my inflamed arms until it burns my every fibre and pour my passion on all creation. |
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making church the temple the offering the incense the hymn, the prayer the tambourine the dance is myself, my heart is your church, my God. |
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Wild Blue Swan Wild Blue Swan - no fly, climbed up trees to sit in small birds little nests 'til shooed down - shy, plopped to the earth again and waddled waywardly. Wild Blue Swan - no swim, dangled her wader in the water 'til truly good white swans giggled so loud that blushing purple, she away turned and trundled. Wild Blue Swan - no mammy, a lonely child abandoned also by her daddy; blue was a bold thing to be in swanland. But Wild Blue Swan was being only what Wild Blue Swan could be - bird of blue beauty. Wild Blue Swan sang lavender lovely songs and told red rolling stories to the dandelions who clapped their leaves in glee. Wild Blue Swan had rabbity friends and squirrely chums, laughing games not with birds but creepy, crawly, hoppy, walky creatures who loved Wild Blue Swan for Wild Blue Swany she. |
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The Wages When Rex replaced his severed head upon his decapitated shoulders, he realised war was a fool's game. |
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Covenant Prayed I to God forsake not me, To me prayed She forsake thee not thyself. |
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Impenetrable She had the usual Saturday night of Ritz, chips, sex and the taxi home, but her emptiness was still whole. |
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In the Very Beginning was the Mother. On the first day, She gave birth to light and darkness. They danced together. On the second day, She gave birth to land and water. They touched. On the third day, She gave birth to the plants. They rooted and took a deep breath. On the fourt day, She gave birth to land, sea, and air creatures. They walked and flew and swam. On the fifth day, her creation learned balance and cooperation. She thanked her partner for coaching Her labour. On the sixth day, She celebrated the creativity of all living things. On the seventh day, She left space for the unknown. |