Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.

In summer we walk in my garden. 

You see a tangle of brambles, wild grass, and weeds stretching back to broken walls. I see a garden of neat lawns,  rose-beds and tucked away vegetable patches.

We stand together by a solitary yellow rose; I smell the past and you a future.

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Before they worked out how to skinny-dip

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The last note in the melody

I am born. Eden expels again.

My breath-scream calls to the first born - the one of dust. Its echo summons down to the mother of first flesh.

And each awaken voice sings the song of life.  As the melody gets louder my eyes open and I begin my notes.

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For the sun and rain shines on us all

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I saw Jesus in the street today. He wasn't your heavy metal Jesus, all girlie hair with a beard and tight trousers to show he's a man. He was a hip-hop hoodie with love scratched on arms walking like his hips were ships in a storm. And I knew a door had opened for me.

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Its all in a days work

A nose for business

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Love is a lie when not in their hearts, but in their eyes

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The sea was rough with horse waves, rode hard by a cold east wind.

I die...for a ghost watches without judgement. He had come in tears wearing shredded flesh and I gave love. Now he sails and loves only what waits ahead,

So at each shingle roar I mourn the kiss he never felt,

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