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God is panning for gold in us. He knows it’s there, planted by Him before the stream of time; mysterious. And He knows, too, that it’s choked by grit and grime, hate and despair. But those will be washed away; sieved out by grief, crushed by the toil of day and cleansed by our Belief, until the gleam comes through. Only the gold is true.
Susan Glyn |
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Here is a poem from the Poetry Church |
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RESERVATIONS
Why, when I hear ‘a nice enough chap” do I think - hold on, there’s a sting at the end of this, or a catch in the tail? There has to he, without fail, a “but”.
It isn’t exactly the peak of praise to be called “nice” and “enough” is a bare sufficiency. This “chap’s” distinction must follow that pert conjunction, “but”.
As in “but he’s mad as a hatter”, “but he doesn’t use soap”, “but he’s far too clever for his own good”, “but his ignorance shows, and generally gets up my nose. Yes, but
I suppose it was ever thus, like most things we say it aims to be clever rather than just, not spoken, sneered. Lord Christ to Pilate appeared just, but
a nice enough chap
Walter Nash
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