Humility they say is nature’s way,

and the converse a despotic state,

with xenophobic policies and warring

natures, creating a climate of fear.

Is God humble? Arrogant? Cruel?

Was the fruit a test or a taunt?

The haloed angels a health warning?

The violence and retribution His?


‘If you have seen me you have seen 

the Father.” said the man without guile

as he listened and healed and wept.

Fostering love and always selflessly.


The scars dig deeply into the earth,

the burning flesh and bloody wood.

hit the stone in the cool closed tomb,

the decomposing Son of God.


In the dark and cold the whisper 

is heard from a heart broken Abba,

for his son, reaching through death’s

wall that hides our eyes from hope.


He moves in the morning mists

at one with the garden, sees Mary,

tear streaked, brings sudden joy

and a sweetness from bitterness.

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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