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• The Beast and I
  by linaji

  I wanted to look at a part / Of its claws / That scratch at the surface and / Bind up my jaws

  CONTEMPLATING CHRIST

• Something Beautiful to Share.
  by smokipoki

  *These are not my words. But they are beautiful words and I felt I should share them with you all. I cannot acknowledge the writer. Sadly…

  I don’t know who the author is, but these words came to me in an email. I thought they should be shared.

• CARRY MY CROSS
  by Sally Omar

  CARRY MY CROSS / FOR I AM WEAK AND IN PAIN / DO NOT LET ME SUFFER / FOR YOUR SINS IN VAIN CARRY MY CROSS / AND BEAR IT’S WEIGHT / FOLLOW ME…

  Thank you Thelma!! Please check out Thelma’s (Webbie) other awesome artwork / on the RB.

• the Way of PEACEior
  by VanSnuG

  I looked into the Mirror and the Man in It SLAPPED me.

  What will be SHOWN beside my work but my Bare Self.

• HIS LOVE DIVINE
  by Sally Omar

  He came with a purpose / His Love Divine / Saved souls / Yours and mine / His love like a sweet fragrance / That flows in the day / Of roses a…

  Thank you, Tainia….Please check out Tainia Finlay’s other awesome artwork on the / RB

• He is Risen
  by girlinthestars

  When I woke up today / Such lovely words in my head / “He is Risen” / And oh the joy I feel / To know that I’m forgiven / As sun shines in …

• IN THE HANDS OF THE HUN [4&5] Lille
  by adgray

  We marched to Fort Macdonald on the outskirts of Lille, into a long, narrow, underground cell … confinement in this dungeon with less a…

  Things were definitely getting grimmer for my Great Uncle Alf and his fellow POWs / This episode made me angry at the way the “Huns” treated the women who tried to help our boys. / I do not hold any gripe against the German people [My first husband’s father was conscripted for the last 3 weeks of the war as one of Hitler’s Flying messengers – he was 16!] – hence why I used the term Hun for the men who acted so brutally and unnecessarily ruthless while in this role as guard to our men. {I cannot ask you to “Enjoy” as I usually do … <( .... instead be thankful! } This is why we remember them ! / LEST WE FORGET !! NB This is NOT my Fictional Writing this is an actual account written by my Great Uncle Alfred Gray following his experiences in the “Great War – 1914-1917 / I take no responsibility for any offense taken by the reader of this view be that in the language used or the opinion of my Great Uncle.

• IN THE HANDS OF THE HUN [9] Surprise
  by adgray

  The day after I arrived at Dullmen Camp I was agreeably surprised to meet my old mate Jack Wilkins whom I had thought dead.

  I have no idea if Great Uncle Alf lost his toes or any part of his feet from not having boots and going barefoot all through a German winter! How can anyone endure this treatment! This is why we remember them ! / LEST WE FORGET !! NB This is NOT my Fictional Writing this is an actual account written by my Great Uncle Alfred Gray following his experiences in the “Great War – 1914-1917 / I take no responsibility for any offense taken by the reader of this view be that in the language used or the opinion of my Great Uncle.

• ANGEL -- CROSS MY HEART
  by Sally Omar

  Look at me and remember / The Angels high above / Look down upon you / Blowing you a kiss of love / They gather around God / And mention y…

  Thank you, Judi!!!! / Please check out my friend Judi Taylor’s other awesome artwork on the RB / / judi taylor

• Resting Place – Photograph by Michael Rowley –Words by Anthony Hedger
  by Anthony Hedger

  Yes, yes, I killed him I needed to feed and he happened to be in the right place at the right time,

  With Michael Rowley’s permission I have written a small piece to go with his great photograph. This is the first time I have had the chance to collaborate with Michael and this was great fun as usual to put pen to paper to let the words flow. We hope you enjoy his amazing shot and the few words I have for you. Thank you. Tony

• Cross Roads
  by Anne van Alkemade

  Nothing terribly romantic unless you’re into barber-chair arrangements with stirrups.

  Inspired by my journey home after the Melbourne writers meet up on Sunday. / It’s a long, self-indulgent wander down my own memory lane but here ‘tis if you care to drift into my world.

• a black cat crossed my path
  by Carlos Solorza

  He watches every move of her lips / as the words cut through the chains

  sometimes our creativity is stiffled, covered by untruths that bind us. / sometimes it takes the vision of another, the freedom in which they express, / to jolt us back into the reality of our imagination.

• Sounds of the Cross
  by martin steinbrugger

  Once you begin to imagine the Sounds of the Cross, only then can you truly begin to imagine the depth of the sacrifice made once for all.

  Even though I wrote this some time ago and also posted it some time ago, today I found a picture that I felt connected image and verse perfectly. I’ve attached the address so all will hopefully check it out. / http://www.redbubble.com/people/lallymac/art/765864-1-he-wore-a-thorny-crown!

• Clarence Crossing
  by AffectMachine

  “I just wanted to try / to see if on my own / I could get / over there and back”

• IN THE HANDS OF THE HUN [15] Red Cross
  by adgray

  Aussie parcels were a splendid ad for the Australian food products. We were being much better fed than our guards and we began to pick up…

  To every grey cloud there is a silver lining and for my Great Uncle Alf and his comrades that silver came in the form of their Red Cross aid parcels! Thank god they were Aussies for the quality of our parcels gave them back their condition and general health and improved spirits! But even so they were still imprisoned even after the armistice was signed! This is why we remember them ! / LEST WE FORGET !! NB This is NOT my Fictional Writing this is an actual account written by my Great Uncle Alfred Gray following his experiences in the “Great War – 1914-1917 / I take no responsibility for any offense taken by the reader of this view be that in the language used or the opinion of my Great Uncle.

• No Cross on the Calendar
  by picketty

  Everyday / I remember / That Christ died for me / It isn’t just a once a year thing / It is the basis of my faith…. / Which doesn’t need a m…

  passover salvation

• IN THE HANDS OF THE HUN [6,7&8] Behind the Lines
  by adgray

  We had to work at road making and railway work within 4km (4,000 Yards) of the firing line. From our billets at night we could see the Br…

  Great Uncle Alf and his comrades were not in the best condition leaving France. strange how the French near the German Border gave them a cold dark look instead of sympathy! and to work so close to the firing of the Allies! You cant think of that when you are fighting but how horrible if you found out you had killed your own men? This is why we remember them ! / LEST WE FORGET !! NB This is NOT my Fictional Writing this is an actual account written by my Great Uncle Alfred Gray following his experiences in the “Great War – 1914-1917 / I take no responsibility for any offense taken by the reader of this view be that in the language used or the opinion of my Great Uncle.

• IN THE HANDS OF THE HUN [10] Congenial Mates
  by adgray

  When our parcels arrived regularly we found various articles in them that we could barter with to our advantage.

  Great Uncle Alf seemed to be a congenial bloke himself and made several mates. / As I read his words I see that the writers from Hogan’s Hero’s weren’t so far off the mark :O) Yet no matter how they tried to keep their spirits up and make their existence better they still had unnecessary brutality to deal with. This is why we remember them ! / LEST WE FORGET !! NB This is NOT my Fictional Writing this is an actual account written by my Great Uncle Alfred Gray following his experiences in the “Great War – 1914-1917 / I take no responsibility for any offense taken by the reader of this view be that in the language used or the opinion of my Great Uncle.

• IN THE HANDS OF THE HUN [11] Camp Life
  by adgray

  The Russians -“Russkies” as we called them – were useful for “pinching” whatever we needed. As they received no parcels we had to share w…

  Great Uncle Alf and 500 of the blokes he worked with needed to survive and did their cleverest to do so. / Again I keep hearing the canned laughter and the theme song of Hogan’s Hero’s [Yes I know wrong war but tell me it doesn’t ring the same? :O)] This is why we remember them ! / LEST WE FORGET !! NB This is NOT my Fictional Writing this is an actual account written by my Great Uncle Alfred Gray following his experiences in the “Great War – 1914-1917 / I take no responsibility for any offense taken by the reader of this view be that in the language used or the opinion of my Great Uncle.

• IN THE HANDS OF THE HUN [12] Farm Work
  by adgray

  My mate and I once bailed up a cow and extracted a pint of milk – but alas! We were discovered by the guard. Result; 3days in the clink a…

  Even though Great Uncle Alf & his cronies were surrounded by good food sources and expected to work hard on the farms, they were still kept in a starving condition! This is why we remember them ! / LEST WE FORGET !! NB This is NOT my Fictional Writing this is an actual account written by my Great Uncle Alfred Gray following his experiences in the “Great War – 1914-1917 / I take no responsibility for any offense taken by the reader of this view be that in the language used or the opinion of my Great Uncle.

• IN THE HANDS OF THE HUN [13] Punishment
  by adgray

  The principal punishment imposed on us was starvation which was enforced for the slightest offenses.

  As if Great Uncle Alf and his mates had not suffered enough! / Mind you when only a few scrappy meals ever came your way anything was better than nothing! So yes starvation would be a punishment! This is why we remember them ! / LEST WE FORGET !! NB This is NOT my Fictional Writing this is an actual account written by my Great Uncle Alfred Gray following his experiences in the “Great War – 1914-1917 / I take no responsibility for any offense taken by the reader of this view be that in the language used or the opinion of my Great Uncle.

• IN THE HANDS OF THE HUN [14] Hamurg
  by adgray

  I could not get back to the head camp for 4 days so I had to do my last starve in Germany for that period but when I got back I found ple…

  Great Uncle Alf must have shown himself to be a trusted person to be given this new job which came with a good measure of freedom! but still there was just one last “Starve” before it was all over! This is why we remember them ! / LEST WE FORGET !! NB This is NOT my Fictional Writing this is an actual account written by my Great Uncle Alfred Gray following his experiences in the “Great War – 1914-1917 / I take no responsibility for any offense taken by the reader of this view be that in the language used or the opinion of my Great Uncle.

• IN THE HANDS OF THE HUN [16] Goodbye Germany
  by adgray

  We were no longer prisoners but our camp was taken over by the Red Cross. Our guards had to protect us from the starving civilians who wo…

  Great Uncle Alf [1886 -1981] came home to us and lived a long and productive life as a gardener – helping to look after the Wimmera region of the Victorian west. He married a lovely lady named Alfreida and fathered 5 children [seems to be the normal number of off spring in our family! :O)] / Sadly I never got to meet him – my father not very interested in extended family until he became a grandfather himself and realised why these people are important due to being bound by family love. Yet having read this account and his letter I cant help feeling very proud of him! This is why we remember them ! / LEST WE FORGET !! NB This is NOT my Fictional Writing this is an actual account written by my Great Uncle Alfred Gray following his experiences in the “Great War – 1914-1917 / I take no responsibility for any offense taken by the reader of this view be that in the language used or the opinion of my Great Uncle. Thank you very much for reading my Great Uncle Alf’s words and I hope his struggles have helped you to feel grateful for what we enjoy today! / Keep Happy! :O)

• Dreams Crossing
  by Sally Omar

  My dreams are smoky and yet light / I fall asleep late at night / Not sure of where my dreams end / Day and night seem to blend Dream…

  Thank you, Laura!!!! / Please check out my friend Laura’s (Dawnsky2) other awesome artwork & writings / on the RB /