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When Death Entered The Tunnel: (A Tribute To The Victims Of 7/7)

When Death Entered The Tunnel: (A Tribute To The Victims Of 7/7)

  Now forbidding tunnels crumble beneath the ground, Of London’s finest, streets and avenues, Only now do they reverberate to the marching sound, Of heavy cutting metal as it searches, selects then slices. For at 8.50am on that radiant Thursday morning, Death entered that inky tunnel bringing suffering and mourning, To passengers on that marked train on that dreadful day. Death it seems refused, as always, to be kept away! The Bible tells us of our death, That we don’t…

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Warnings

Warnings

Don’t all of today’s familiar Health warnings about, What to eat or quickly select and Swiftly drink, Leave you and me with little or No doubt, About what not to sample. Or leave little time To pause and think. Many of today’s warnings About tomorrow, Can and do arrive for many Much too late. And when they do arrive usher in Much painful sorrow. But that’s life, dear friend, That’s your fate! God’s announced solemn warning, Perhaps given to you…

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Waiting

Waiting

Waiting, waiting, waiting, how much time We waste, just waiting, For is not all waiting just a waste of time? Sixty seconds can seem like sixty hours, With fluid months melting away into liquid years. But is not all life a cycle that twists and turns Through life’s fading pleasures and lasting searing pains? True prayer that we offer through Petition or pleading, Is never denied to friend or stranger by God Who is listening? And does not His precious…

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Victoria Sunday

Victoria Sunday

Victoria Sunday briefly arrived in the world on a wet Friday, I’m told on the sixth day of the last week, in May. However, she like so many others were conceived in passionate lust, And throughout all of her short life, she had to collude and learn to quickly adjust. Oh, so many times in her lonely dark life, So often scared with tears and lasting strife, She could always say, and always I’m reliably informed, with a smile:  “Thank…

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Unrequited Love

Unrequited Love

Have you ever sipped from the Chalice of unrequited love? If so, then how bitter and unfulfilling you Will certainly perceive it to be. Unrequited love declared The lyricist is a bore, In a jazzy musical score. But that to my reasoning is merely An unwanted chore, For does it not always leave you Looking for much more? A gifted vocalist of our Own musical age, Declared in a verse that unrequited Love left him feeling pretty bad. So for…

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Topeka Nights

Topeka Nights

Oh, those spent Topeka nights, How I yearn for your sounds and sights. And to taste – once again – those hazy nights, That I sampled so long ago through Topeka nights. Now, on wet windy boulevards have I many times sauntered, And gazed into flooding oily puddles, And recalled that once our Saviour also walked, Mocked, despised, reviled and deeply scourged. Today but a stranger I may always be, Doomed to forever seek and perhaps – never ever see. But…

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To Search

To Search

In the fast frenzied mayhem of today’s distorted world, Many gentle minutes spent in commune with God, May, perhaps through his silent whisper, Allow each petitioner to silently prosper. For all silence, if we but knew it, Is God’s answer. Revealed through His abiding Spirit. For how can we sorrowfully complain? If we never pause or learn to listen? For was not God aware of the delicacy of our soul, When ushered in He that epoch…known as The Fall! And…

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Time

Time

Some eagerly explain and proudly proclaim that all Past time is eternally lost. But I enquire is it in the present or in disguise? Or all in the silent past? Yet all false teachers still maintain that None have tasted its Sweet aroma, or listened to its Silent vibration. It is a living mystery, bequeathed to Us at the Creation! God the Master/Monarch created Time in six Special unique days. Then offered He a permanent light To what was Once…

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The Valley

The Valley

This valley was different. It was bleaker, darker, Nothing lived or breathed here. No fish, no fowl, no flower, This terrain was harsh, unfamiliar. Of that he was sure! Hadn’t he backpacked many continents? But not this sphere! But it was the nauseating, sickening smell, That somehow seeped from every orifice of this vile fell. Once he had sampled something as gross as this on Dartmoor, Long ago on an August day. On a honeymoon walk near The Tor. But…

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The Storm

The Storm

How wonderful to witness that day on the boat, When Christ silenced dashing waves to keep afloat. But I do wonder did not Satan use that inclement weather, To try and somehow quench the Lord’s prophesied power? And did not His anointed disciples, Who knew and feared these waters hidden danger, Later shake and cry with a newfound fear? Sometimes, our own life can be likened to an assault, Where dreams and desires never seem to reach a happy result….

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