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The White Cliffs of Dover |
Cotton fluffy clouds
sailing in clear blue skies
English roses blooming
in perfect English gardens.
Perfect English oak trees
rooting to the Magna Carta
in this perfect English village
with its perfect village green.
At times, old insecurities come to the fore, hand in hand with wistful memories of past lovers, loss, death and grief. At other times, I have bitter quarrels with God late into the night about sin, redemption and child-death; and when solace will not come, in despair, I run for shelter to life's true confessional—poetry.
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Syrian refugees |
My love for The Son of Man
and Christianity as a way of life is infinite, however, I find it impossible to
believe in a metaphysical world.
This poem is my own personal view of God, Jesus, and Mary Magdalene. Please do
not continue reading if you are easily offended or intolerant of other peoples'
views.
This poem is largely inspired by the novel 'The Last Temptation
of Christ' by Nikos Kazantzakis.
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Death on the Hill |
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Reflection on the Quay |