Feeling feztive!

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Clinical referrals.

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What’s it worth?

                         WHAT’S IT WORTH?

Citizens of the earth,

What do you think you’re worth?

From New York to Beijing

Can’t you hear the angels sing?

It is that time of year again

When Christ is heard amongst your pain.

Can’t you hear that bird around your ear?

Have faith in God, in Christ so dear.

 

Citizens of the earth,

What do you think you’re worth?

Are your hearts and minds so closed

That the slightest religious thought

Gets up your nose?

Who knows how, or even when

God’s spirit reveals the sinner’s friend,

To all nations on the earth,

Who, through impeccable  grace, know their worth,

The redeeming love of God.

God knows the barriers that you face,

When within your culture you find disgrace,

But let them see your change within,

Your peace and love towards your kin,

And who knows your family and society

May benefit from your humanity

And thereby see a polished plaque

For all to behold  a Creator,

The redeeming God.

R. de L.
22/11/2011

 

The explanation of human existence given by common consent has more leaps than an Olympic long jump.

Mutations within species is not the same as evolution from one species to another.

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Blitzkrieg of the mind.

With the saturation of information

Comes a troubled mind with inflammation.

Hyper-intelligence comes with it’s curse

It’s only remedy is the simple nurse,

Whose only gift is compassion.

R. de L.

17/11/2011

“Upgrade the status of care and common sense.”

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Another anniversary.

Remember, remember

The 11th of November,

Politics, patriotism and death,

But, alas, even in peace,

There is no sweet release

From humanity’s deadliest disease,


Itself.”

 

No offence meant to another’s memory. My dad, (who was in his fifties
when he and Mum adopted me when I was six) was a victim and survivor
of Hill 60 on the Somme. It is one of my regrets that he was unable
to talk to me about his experience as this might have helped with our
rather fraught (to say the least) relationship.

 

God help the living.

 

If you are affected by any issues in this post go into your nearest
charity shop and purchase a discarded King James Authorised version of the
Bible and let your journey begin.

 

In the beginning God….”

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