Marjorie Dobson
So many years the people walked
So many years the people walked
by Marjorie Dobson
So many years the people walked in darkness fed by fear. They could not see the way ahead, their goal was rarely clear. Though God had led them down the years to find their promised land, their willful ways had cancelled hope of all that God had planned. Verses 3-4 follow © Marjo…
Reflection/poem: Afterwards
Reflection/poem: Afterwards
by Marjorie Dobson
Reflection / Poem: Afterwards Wait! This cannot be true. This is me, Mary. I’m only a girl. Not even married. You can’t have meant me. You were not real. I’m only dreaming. None of this has happened. And it won’t happen. I can’t be pregnant. Not now. I’m engaged, but not fully ma…
David’s line
David’s line
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: David’s line When David tried to make a house for God – a permanent fixture – a settled resting place – God turned the tables on him, promised him a home and land, safe from his enemies for future generations. For God had always wandered with the people; followed and led th…
Monologue/reflection – Who is he?
Monologue/reflection – Who is he?
by Marjorie Dobson
Monologue/reflection – Who is he? He didn’t give us a straight answer, did he? Not even when we challenged him as priests and Levites and told him we’d been sent by the Pharisees. You’d have thought he would have had more respect for authority than that. But what could you expect…
Reflection: Responsibility
Reflection: Responsibility
by Marjorie Dobson
Reflection: Responsibility If, in order to make the road straight and level for God to come, we have to fill in the valleys and lower the hills, where will the heralds find a mountain to stand on to proclaim the good news? Or is it that the good news must come first and be shoute…
When did we see you
When did we see you
by Marjorie Dobson
Dramatic dialogue - When did we see you? (A piece for two – or more – voices) When did we see you? You saw me on the street trying to sell a copy of the Big Issue, but you don’t really approve of the content of it, so you avoided me and satisfied your conscience that you should n…
Poem: Come crooners and crows