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By Seamus Mulholland

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As if he were composer
Modulating his song
For the earth and sun,
the moon and stars
For men of peace
and men of war;
the details of this flower,
of this bird, or the worm
occupied him for so long
that seconds were hours.
A melody plucked on a heart harp
by the little poor man
with the open soul
and the open hands.

By Seamus Mulholland, OFM

Brother Seamus is a Fransciscan friar, living in Suffolk,
He has just published a book of poetry inspired by the life of St. Francis of Assisi.

Beautiful work and very timely .

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I'[m three quarters of the way through Hilary Mantel's last in the trilogy. I don't know what I'm going to do when Iv'e finished. It's brilliant. Somehow , more tension knowing how it ends.

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By Fr Seamus Mulholland

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Hope you are all doing well in these strange times . I wondered if this could be a way in which we could keep writing and collaborating until we can all be together again. Maybe we should set some writing challenges  ?
Im just finding my way around this but there's lots we can do . As well as writing we can upload photos, videos etc.
It will be strange at first but I'm sure it could work.

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Thanks again to Sue for setting up this lovely page. Hope you're all keeping well and rockin' the lock-in,
- Cathy

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Nice site. Can it do live chats like WhatsApp?

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Thank you to Anne

Burning Chair

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My version of writer's block - when the dog sits between you and the laptop.

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My version of writer's block - when the dog sits between you and the laptop.

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Morning everyone. Just trying this out. Trust everyone is well.

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Morning everyone. Just trying this out. Trust everyone is well.

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By Fr Seamus Mulholland

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I've managed to set up my page but need a bit of practice. In a few minutes I'm going to try to upload some of my new story, The Cleaner.

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God Almighty can speak any language,
More than ten thousand tongues,
Easily.
Our intellect is grains of dust,
Yet His language remains of patience, wisdom and love.

We oft seek the carnal pleasures,
Yet Spirit and Truth abounds to give us real life.
Remember,
There is a solid, weighty wooden cross to bear,
Heavy for flesh and pierced with long, thick iron nails,
Hearts of stone and mockery to surround you.
Yet that,
You will outgrow, with Him.
His name is not to be taken lightly,
It comes in blood & fire,
His name is Jesus.

In a Kingdom that is near to Earth,
No pain, nor tear nor loss is found,
Reap in season,
Exact and measure,
Take in what you have harvested.
Even though you have not sown.
Still God forgives,
Levelling the hills,
Raising us up, us pooe\r.
He is the KIng of Peace and All our Belonging.

KSK

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Thanks Cathy and everyone for the encouraging feedback.  Hope you are all doing ok.
It's really keeping me going having our monthly routine of submission and feedback - but I'm missing seeing you all.
For next month, I might post up my character profiles and the sketch of the Close's occupants on here fro reference. Would that be useful?

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Here's the cover of Anne's novel, Not The Deaths Imagined.  Available for pre-order from publisher Ringwood, or from Amazon. Well done Anne!

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Here's the cover of Anne's novel, Not The Deaths Imagined.  Available for pre-order from publisher Ringwood, or from Amazon. Well done Anne!