Old Hands

After long months apart,

For a few short minutes

They sit at arms length,

And hold each other’s hand.

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A touching scene,

that came too late

A tear filled struggle, to discern,

Just who the other is.

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She, his bride whom he a lifetime loved,

He, a stranger in a mask,

Who remembers she’s forgotten,

Who discovers that she’s lost.

To read ‘I knew a Man’, click here

To read ‘Room Enough’, click here

To read ‘Beaten’, click here

To read ‘She’s The Patient You Don’t Know You Have’, click here

To read ‘Resting in Pieces’, click here

To read ‘Crushed’, click here

To read ‘Masked’, click here

To read ‘Patient’, click here

To read ‘Yesterday and Today’, click here

Author: Peteaird

Nothing particularly interesting to say about myself other than after 27 years working as a GP, I was delighted, at the start of December 2023, to start work as the South West Regional Representative of the Slavic Gospel Association (SGA). You can read about what they do at sga.org.uk. I am also an avid Somerset County Cricket Club supporter and a poor example of a Christian who likes to put finger to keyboard from time to time and who is foolish enough to think that someone out there might be interested enough to read what I've written. Some of these blogs have grown over time and some portions of earlier blogs reappear in slightly different forms in later blogs. I apologise for the repetition. If you are involved in a church in the southwest of England and would like to hear more of SGA’s work, do get in touch. I’d love to come and talk a little, or even a lot, about what they get up to!.