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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…
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…
Elijah
Elijah
by Marjorie Dobson
A narrative piece in which Elijah reflects on the circumstances that have led him to flee from the anger of Jezebel. Set at the point of 1 Kings 19. 4-8 Short Extract: What kind of a prophet do I think I am? What am I doing here, crouching under a tree, miles from anywhere and sc…
Always there
Always there
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem/meditation: Always there Lord, you have always been there for your people. From the beginning of creation, right through to this present day, you have given strength and support to anyone who has asked you for it. But, as we grow older, we recognize how brief life really is …
Prayer: Responsive prayer - God who brought light
Prayer: Responsive prayer - God who brought light
by Marjorie Dobson
God, who brought light from darkness, we bring before you those who need new light in their lives. We remember those who live in deep sorrow, through bereavement, depression, illness, family breakdown, or abuse. Into their darkness, bring your light. We remember those who have lo…
Poem: The Prince of Peace
Poem: The Prince of Peace
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: The Prince of Peace Peace in a baby who lies in a manger. Peace through the parents who welcome each stranger. Peace, though a child is in imminent danger. Peace from the Prince of Peace. Peace for the shepherds who ran down to greet him. Peace for the Magi, come, star-led,…
Poem: The Word became
Poem: The Word became
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: The Word became … Words leap to life and characters spring from the page, when imagination flares and recognition begins and connections are made with our personal reality. As does the original Word clothed in a baby’s flesh,... Continues ©Marjorie Dobson
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…
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