Feb 8, 2020

this neighbourhood

The sorrows o’ God must be ’ard to bear
If ’E really ’as Love in ’Is ’eart,
And the ’ardest part i’ the world to play
Must surely be God’s part.
Studdert Kennedy 

THIS WINTER FEELS A
LONG ONE ON THE
NORTH SEA COAST 
MORE ISOLATED
LESS DEPTH TO THE CONVERSATIONS 
SOME ODD THEOLOGY
INCREASED SENSE` NOT FITTING IN`
THAT THE NARRATIVE OF MY LIFE
IT WAS NOT ALWAYS LIKE THIS
IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD...THIS NEIGHBOURHOOD.

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Tell me when we meet…How’s Christmas in Heaven?

There is a reason for all these Carols, stupid funny songs. Eggnog, mince pies Santa reindeers and children’s anticipating. Bright lights po...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"