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He called me an angel, and yet

failed to mention he wanted to be
My god
Angels are seen as divine to humans... but they're still the servants of God.
Walking around… in this big; big; world

Facing challenges… in this big; big; world

Meeting faces… in this big; big; world

Climbing steps… in this big; big; world



Writing words…

on this small; small; note

Pouring the letters out…
with this big; big; hopes



Kneeling, praying, gave in… to the big; big; God

Wishing you and me will end up together…



until they dig; dig; graves.



amen.
// a peaceful evening• 29-06-19.

—-mentioned your name, everyday;

in every of my; quiet;quiet; prayers.
 Apr 2019 Jeff Gaines
Jackie Mead
We watch on television as Our Lady, The Notre Dame
Becomes totally engulfed in searing hot flames

Mourning the loss of a building 850 years old
Recalling stories and tales once told
Of times we visited and paid our respects
Rejoicing in the glorious paintings within and the beauty of its outstanding Gothic architect

Dear to the heart of the people of Paris
The core of the building will be truly missed

Clear the rubble and the embers,
Give thanks for the work of the Pompiers, no one lost their life, remember
Secure the structure, save any Art that can be found
And hope the Parisiens can turn this around

Pray In time The Notre Dame will rise once again
As it nestles in its island on the River Seine
Sad evening tonight to see The Notre Dame in flames, one Fireman injured but no lives lost.

I wrote this Poem, thinking of the times I've been,  last time I attended with Keith my Mum and Dad. It was a wonderful break, Notre Dame was extremely busy, we sat outside for some time just basking in its beauty and just pleased to be there in its presence. Dad couldn't walk too well, so it wasn't possible to go in.

I hope it resonates with someone.

Our thoughts are with you Paris #notredameinflames
 Apr 2019 Jeff Gaines
Medusa
Tomb
 Apr 2019 Jeff Gaines
Medusa
If we wait too long we have only
Tomb thoughts to meet up to
&
I
Got nothing to say to you
On the other side

I wanna say it & learn it
On this side
Of the curtain
Please talk
Nothing is more pragmatic than a votive light
A candlelight
A little light
A prayer light
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com.
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.

Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree:  The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.
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