No story so divine
never was love, dear King
never was grief like thine
This is my friend,
in whose sweet praise
I all my days
could gladly spend.
Jesus cried out ....
.......and died ....
.... and the curtains of the Temple
where torn ........
So came the reflection to me
in the 'next to the Market' Church
backintheday
No separation now
none of this 'priest one side (next to God)
humans the other side
(next to no-body)'
This last breath act made it
no separateness
no VIP's
No ordinary humans
Freedom for all
that act of freedom
like the Passover
celebrating the freedom from Egypt
from Slavery there
was here delivered in that cry
that last breath
Freedom makes me weep
see my www.pipwilson.com
I dislike the word 'control'
love the word 'freedom'
I never give advice
I want to live to be a facilitator
that means 'helper'
never 'control'
always
striving
for
freedom ..........
BHP
