Like a lamb

On the dark hills at first shepherds watch the dance of the stars In the dark shelter a fragile child, bare arms outstretched Outside, angels deliver the glory of God: heaven’s light comes down, flows like a river into the…

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South from Whitby

Outside Fylingthorpe we start to climb away from the sea The bus shudders through tight corners hunching its shoulders, brushing the sideburn hedges, dislodging leaves and branches, creaking down through the gears as if straining from ledge to ledge by…

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