Kindness and trees
Walking down the church path with a friend,
we bump in to her friends
and talk of this and that
until we bump into each other’s faith,
one this, and one that,
and I stop and breathe,
‘my religion is kindness and trees’
I say, and on reflection,
that is more than enough.… Read more
Did religion die?
I went to church as girl. My mum didn’t go, she didn’t like it, she never spoke about why, so instead I went with the neighbours and their children. I sat and said; ‘Peace be with you’ and took the hands of strangers, but never really felt at peace of find the sense of deeper … Read more