The light was bright
All was revealed
Shadows surrender
Time to yield
Your nerves are shot
No longer steeled
Lay down the sword
With the shield
Lay down your arms
And the fears they wield
Now open your heart
Pray to be healed
With your name signed
And your fate sealed.
Lyndon Queripel
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- Pub Games - Donald Keyman
- Bleak - Paul Fletcher
- United No More - Ian Duquemin
- Sign Language - Lyndon Queripel
- In The Bleak Mid-Winter - Christina Rossetti
- Christmas 1914 - Richard Fleming
- Christmas Morning - John Buchanan
- Back Then – Trudie Shannon
- Four Minutes – Diane Scantlebury
- Christmas Notes – Trudie Shannon
- Really do! - Tony Robert
- Fermain Flight - Richard Fleming
- Time Stood Still - Lyndon Queripel
- Maturity - Diane Scantlebury
- Christmas (Present) - Ian Duquemin
- Black Christmas At Wood Grove (A Jolly Xmas Rhyme)...
- Stone Fish Swimming ~ A Photograph - Trudie Shannon
- Lightstorm - Stephen A. Roberts
- Meeting a Famous Person – Elizabeth Fisher
- Sunset at Cobo - Richard Fleming
- Surrender - Lyndon Queripel
- Guernsey - Ian Duquemin
- Ebola Orphan - Diane Scantlebury
- Paused - Janinka Diverio
- Celebration (for which there are no proper rites) ...
- A Gift Of Flowers - Trudie Shannon
- Firestone - Lyndon Queripel
- Winter Sun - Stephen A. Roberts
- Owl - Richard Fleming
- Tipped Up World - Ian Duquemin
- Blue (A Poem For The Blue Planet) - Kathy Figueroa
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