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  A reading of Mark 6:30-44 We all meet communities who pass through times of challenge. They may be beset by a lack of leadership. By natural disasters. Even a combination of both and more. A reading of some texts, a number of times, and in a reflective way,  can assist in wrestling with the questions along the way. This can be a form of Lectio Divina, as seen here in this link , by the nuns of Jamberoo Abbey.   From towns and suburbs They came Hurriedly and expecting Meeting Jesus At the shore He saw them! Crowds People, people, people, Like sheep Weary, lost and No Shepherd. They saw him Moved Countenance of compassion. He taught Time past Finally, Late was the hour Disciples barked “It’s late! Send them away!” But Jesus tells them “You feed them!” “Are we to find weeks of wages For this food!” “What food do you have? Go! And see!” They found bread and fish Food. Trusting Jesus The people settled Groups wer
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Peter's Pensive

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  Peter’s Pensive A reading of Acts 10:34-43 among other things I knew those timbers Their sparkle in the dawn light And the way they Shimmied along the sea. Fish, they held and I left them. Followed another who knew Timber, and other things. He told stories, healed and Saw right through me. Later, I bore witness to his Hanging on a tree. It became a cross. Symbol of death. But he made it A sign of new life.   Simon C. J. Falk, Easter Sunday, 17 April 2022. Images from the Sea of Galilee, 2010.
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Poems Around the Easter Triduum

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 This is a retro post of poems from 2019 that were originally on WordPress. Picture: Olive Grove, Garden of Gethsemane, Jerusalem, Israel (February 2010). I Couldn’t Go to Jerusalem or Good Friday For Christians, Good Friday is a day to remember a life lived, and given away for others, even in suffering. This is for those who want to remember, but are not able to join others in Churches. I couldn’t go to Jerusalem – My mother-in-law just Died And we are mourning as Burial is prepared.   I couldn’t go to Good Friday – I’m a nurse But I saw the arms of the cross In the open arms Of a man Reaching from the chair As I moved him To his bed.   I couldn’t go to Good Friday – I’m at Lifeline Taking calls But I heard the cry “My God, why have you abandoned me!” In the tone of a caller Still reeling from abuse By one once trusted.   I couldn’t go to Good Friday – I’m old and My days of driving Are in the yesterdays of my life. Family staying here Won’t take me to Church It means nothing to them
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