The Hand

When Life was still making the original people who lived on the earth, it created a little Black Boy. He arose, still asleep, from the Great Waters, and was gently washed to shore by the waves....More


Tales of Peter the Hedgehog – The Hedgehog Who Lost His Reasons

Seeing that the bushes were growing over the stream at the bottom of our garden, I put on my Wellington boots and went out. Wading into the stream, I began to cut back the branches and weeds....More


Tales of Peter the Hedgehog – Trouble is His Middle Name

Being well known to certain people in Amersham, it was not thought unusual when Peter took a coach ride to the Zoo in London. He was very good during the ride, and didn’t feel sick, or lean out of the window to shout rudely at dogs....More


Tales of Peter the Hedgehog – Peter And Misty Mouse

When the summer holidays finished, and Peter saw all the children going back to school, it gave him an idea. He was standing under the horse chestnut trees that hang over School Lane, at the time, and he began to walk up and down talking to himself....More


Tales of Peter the Hedgehog – Peter Goes To Church

Late one night Peter felt like a walk, and wandered down to the High Street to look at the shops. He had only just arrived when it began to rain. The Memorial Gardens were near, so he went into the little summer house there, as he called it, to have a think! But it was draughty, the cars made a n...More


Tales of Peter the Hedgehog – Hedgehog Thoughts

The other morning I put on my Wellington boots and went into the garden to do some digging. Just as I was finding my spade, I heard a loud snoring sound. I didn’t have to wonder who it was, I knew only too well. It was Peter Hedgehog still asleep....More


Tales of Peter the Hedgehog – Peter Meets Sleepy

These are a series of story I wrote for a mother and child magazine. They centre around a character Peter, a hedgehog....More


The Rock Beast

The aborigine, I cannot pronounce his name, led me across the land. It was a journey away from the white man’s life. And I carried nothing of the city, of electricity, cars, or money with me, not even a camera. It took days, during which we lived off the land and I began to feel a living connec...More


The Shepherd’s Flute

One night when the skies were clear, letting the cold stars frost the ground, an old shepherd sat alone on the side of a great mountain. The cold of approaching winter reminded him only of his age, and sadness crept into his heart as he wondered of what value his life had been. “All my life I hav...More


Day’s End

Miguel Jesus Rodriguez slowed his pace and stopped walking just where an unpaved lane ran uphill from Anche de San Juan. He was carrying the folding wooden framework on which he hung the necklaces, crosses and bangles he tried to sell each day on the pavement of the Jardine in San Miguel de Allende...More


The Sacred Shrine

The day is carved into my life as a lightning flash might, that unexpectedly in the night, stabs fire into a nearby tree. The eyes see it, and the heart feels it. Just so, that day has left a wound of wonder in me, and images that are as bright to me as the light that cleaves the sky. I am a man ...More


The Light In My House

In my heart there has always been a place I have kept ready for the Lord to live in. Then unexpectedly, just yesterday, he came saying he would now like to live in the room I have kept waiting. That the one I love so much has come to live in my house has dazed me. With tears in my eyes I have run t...More

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