You faced the crowd, the trial, the scorn That other people should The mocking robe, the crown of thorns Where in this is the good? You dragged a cross through crowded streets Where mocking people stood To a broken, fragile, hopeless world You offered hope for good The sacrifice you made that day That no-one […]
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How can they? — Sam Goodman, UK
Mis-hear How can they choose to treat faith As an excuse to live lives filled with hate? How can they still promote war As though that’s what your peace fights on for? How can they dare define love As a word meant for them to shun us? How can they collect their wealth And keep […]
Read full textStigma(ta), healing words — Sam Goodman, UK
Scars that are invisible Hurts that don’t heal Attitudes that are risible Stigma that’s real And as you carry me Just like the cross I’m not a burden to you I’m not lost Scars that are complicated Wounds that are deep Traumas that are conflated Agony that won’t sleep And as you find me Naked […]
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Reflection from a quiet day at Dale Abbey Derbyshire You took me in When the world abandoned my hope You gave me breath And I drew on your vastness and scope You taught me peace When rest and calm seemed out of reach You rescued me When I was far off you called me without […]
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