The Court of Appeal ruling ends what’s thought to be the longest-running miscarriage of justice in British history.
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I can picture her, but not her name. She said that when she was growing up they had swimming lessons that were entirely land-based.
Stand and glide your arms in the air above your head!
Lie down and kick your legs!
She never said they worked
No one learns to swim
Without the water
The figures are angels making white boxes which should be bassinets, cribs, playpens
They grow weary the way only angels can
Not tired, dismayed to the marrow and bones of light
When they and
The dreamer
All realize
The humans are taking refrigerators and turning them into whitewashed
Sarcophagi
For the littlest ones
The Master says he is going on a long journey and that we should keep watch, he can return at any moment, like a thief in the night.
The canine sentinels sound their alarm as clouds gather fast
Across the face of a radiant moon
For now, unrequited
questions
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I float in swirling waters on a sun-drenched winter afternoon
The children’s moon high in the vault of the sky
A carrion bird flies between us
Sudden eclipse of wings
And I am struck by the sleight of hand wrought by both time and distance—
The moon is bigger than the bird but
Your mind and your eye could deceive you
—No, it is the bird that is bigger, see the way it flies directly across the path of the moon, inking it out—
Lower atmosphere
Upper atmosphere
Space
You get to
decide what is real until
Truth speaks
And none of us
dare argue
Revelation 1:12,15 KJV
[12] And I turned to see the voice that spake with me. And being turned, I saw seven golden candlesticks; [15] And his feet like unto fine brass, as if they burned in a furnace; and his voice as the sound of many waters.
I listen to Christian radio in the car, sometimes at top volume.
Recently I heard a DJ interviewing married friends who we’re discussing the “love languages” that help them navigate through life together.
This got me thinking. God is the author of all language and he has couched his relationship with his creations in terms of companionship, friendship, love, and marriage.
If we view the list above, are we able to say that we are reflecting our love for Him in these categories?
God talks back.
Time is a precious currency. He loves us so much he wants our time, and in return he gives us everything.
Carrying Light 