GOD IS IN THE DETAILS?

My post yesterday raised some interesting comments on faith and spirituality and I’ve spent quite a lot of time thinking about the matter. “A Creed for the Third Millennium” is a book by Australian writer Colleen Mccullough; I read it in my early twenties, having been blown over by her better-known novel, The Thorn Birds….

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HUMANITY: THE POEM EXPLAINED

Today I will walk in a place where men burned a Bible; but I will step carefully so as not to crush, underfoot, my faith in mankind. ©Cindy Taylor 2008 My humanity is bound up in yours, For we can only be human together. Desmond Tutu I posted this poem this morning and received the…

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HUMANITY

Today I will walk in a place where men burned a Bible; but I will step carefully so as not to crush, underfoot, my faith in mankind. ©Cindy Taylor 2008 My humanity is bound up in yours, For we can only be human together. Desmond Tutu

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A BODACIOUS WEEKEND

Bodacious can mean: Remarkable, courageous, audacious, spirited Bodacious the Bull In CB radio jargon, a general-purpose word of praise A variety of iris (plant) Voluptuous, attractive, “hot,” appealing to the eye Bo-Day-Shus!!!, an album by Mojo Nixon and Skid Roper. So, our good friend Side View has used Bodacious as her theme challenge for this…

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VISITATION RIGHTS

He has them, his golden girls, together for just fourteen gemstone days. There they lie asleep, fruit from different women he has loved arms entwined; a confidential knot, allowed to be sisters for a fortnight.

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A SPECIAL BIRTHDAY MEMORY

  Old Spouse and I had, for years, spoken about legalising our union. For one reason or another, we simply never got around to it and the years ran on and on until Original Bunn began to harp on the fact that she resented her status as an illegitimate child. She refused to accept our…

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NO REGRETS

My waking thoughts turn from what to cook to wasted time, to withered dreams; a book, a play, a legacy. A rustle; there across the corridor, the child has woken. I pack my introspection away, and go to boil the milk. ©Cindy Taylor 2009 When I was fifteen, I wanted to be a man of…

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UNSOLICITED CALLERS

Telemarketing people. Yes, they are just doing their job, but it is extremely intrusive, especially if they catch you at suppertime or that particular time of the morning when all you want to do is contemplate the ceiling in the smallest room of the house. I long ago devised a way of getting these poor…

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FRIDAY FLASH 55 WORDS

BLOCKED! There they lie; strewn on my floor fragments, impotent ideas look at them: scrunched up paper starts like shattered shards of a fallen coffee cup. Pencil shavings’ futile scent attests to trying again and again to no avail! Let’s not flog this dead old horse how about we put on some red shoes and…

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