The silent dove…

LOTS OF FOLK WOULD FALL OVER IN HAPPY SHOCK!!!!

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Shanta stood at the gate, baby on her hip and watched as her seven year old son accompanied his friend, down the road to the school gate.  She squinted against the sun, cheek bruised,  eye red and swollen, finely arched eyebrow cut,  shushing and rocking her 9 month old baby.  She needed to get back indoors, the chores waited. There was breakfast to be made for him when he woke up.  He had the 11 to 7 shift, his clothes needed laying out, his shoes polishing and his lunch cooked.

Mano, the scrawny elderly neighbour with the pinched face and censoring eyes watched Shanta watch her son leave.  Her companion, Meenu continued her invective about Shanta, “that useless good-for-nothing woman, waste that she is.  It is no wonder that her husband puts her in her place!” Mano nodded her agreement and agreed that the “neighbourhood had gone to the…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Poet, author, servant of God the Heavenly father and the Lord Jesus Christ...working out his salvation with fear and trembling. - Not trusting in his own deeds, but depending totally upon the finished sacrificial work of Jesus Christ to be, by God's reckoning, a new creature, clothed in Christ's righteousness...which mortal humankind can never attain by their own weak efforts, apart from faith in Christ's work on our behalf. - College-educated, yet wise enough to see that what a man does will not be his ultimate identity nor affect how God sees him or her. - Called by God to do a very difficult thing...apart from God's grace, mercy and strength...to love the sinner (which we all--by nature--are) but hate the sin, which is only paid through Christ, God's Son, - My own God-given gift is that of being a Poet..showing that in all parts of life...God has a loving part in it...as hard as that is to always understand or perceive...given life's realities! Come join me on my journey of discovery?.

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