“The Grateful One” (Luke 17:11-19) Out past the scrub where the mulga grows,And the cockatoos wheel in flight,Ten blokes camped by the river bend,Kept clear of towns by law and fright.Their skin was rough, their spirits worn,Marked by a curse they couldn’t shake,But word came down from a drover’s mouth:“There’s a healer near the Break.”Continue reading “The Ten Outcasts – some Bush Poetry”
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Please, come home, son! (But which one is he begging?)
He had already run down the road to greet the returning wasteful prodigal. He had already thrown the best robe around his shoulders and was now feting him with a roast calf on the spit and having all his old friends around. His youngest was home, bewildered, hosed and feted, hardly believing the turn ofContinue reading “Please, come home, son! (But which one is he begging?)”
See a wrong and right it
My brother-in-law, Des, is preparing a 665km kayak trip down the River Murray. It’s not just his love of kayaking that prompts this venture; there’s been a fire in his belly ever since he visited Kitgum, Uganda, with my sister Janet, who had previously delivered relief to the school and orphanage there, a place ofContinue reading “See a wrong and right it”
Wondering Pilgrim 