March 2018


A poor woman walks across the landscape carrying fuel for her fire Stopping and looking, the painter includes her in his masterpiece I carry no fuel: I dream of mountains and summer lakes Can I be included in God’s masterpiece…

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There are runners on the path: my father died today, my mother in two days’ time, nearly 40 years apart and we are all heading in the same direction, downwards and upwards In the end we are memories, dependent on…

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