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Contemporary Impressions

Gods Gifts

We hide God’s gifts
Under bushels
In pots and pans
On tidy shelves
In corners
Under floors
In boxes in the loft
Sealed in an envelope
To one day burn
Addressed to ‘Sir’ or ‘Madam’
Or, ‘Whom it may concern’.

In the coal scuttle
Where it’ll never show
'Mongst all that hell.

Fire it in a rocket to the moon
Stir it into nothing with a spoon
Squash it into something pale and thin
Stuff it at the bottom of the wheelie bin
Or beat it to submission
With this rolling pin.

Ch 1 Motorway Madness
Ch 2 Grace
Ch 3 Whirligig
Ch 4 Gods Gifts
Ch 5 Bookmark
Matchstick Heart
Earths Plea
Jo Cox