Today my long service leave ended and I am officially retired. I have been feeling rather raw all week, wanting to pull the blankets over my head, or some such equivalent of going fishing! As I woke up today this poem started to come to me. Breakfast on Shifting Sand Easter 3: John 21:1-19 LikeContinue reading “Breakfast on Shifting Sand”
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Barb, poet priest 