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Wednesday 7 May 2008
Peach Presents: Frank
Who is Frank?
Frank is a time traveller. He is a gender illusionist. He is a six foot tall bunny rabbit.
When you are close to someone, it is important to be frank with them.
“On entering the house, they saw the child with Mary his mother; and they knelt down and paid him homage. Then, opening their treasure chests, they offered him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.” Matthew 2.11
Frank exists somewhere between me and you. When we walked down the road to Emmaus, he was the third amongst us, and yet we did not recognise him. When we spoke quietly about the future, he prophesised both the storm to come and the calm that would remain, but we mistook his voice for each other’s. Fearing the thunder and the lightening we locked ourselves in our homes, where he appeared to us. I looked at your face, formerly so young, so defiant but now browbeaten and cowed, your weather lined face was Frank’s.
and streaming down the road she laughed tears streaming down her face she cried out Frank! Frank! but he was too far away so streaming down the road she
Frank is as Frank does.
Frank is a time traveller. He is a gender illusionist. He is a six foot tall bunny rabbit.
When you are close to someone, it is important to be frank with them.
“On entering the house, they saw the child with Mary his mother; and they knelt down and paid him homage. Then, opening their treasure chests, they offered him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.” Matthew 2.11
Frank exists somewhere between me and you. When we walked down the road to Emmaus, he was the third amongst us, and yet we did not recognise him. When we spoke quietly about the future, he prophesised both the storm to come and the calm that would remain, but we mistook his voice for each other’s. Fearing the thunder and the lightening we locked ourselves in our homes, where he appeared to us. I looked at your face, formerly so young, so defiant but now browbeaten and cowed, your weather lined face was Frank’s.
and streaming down the road she laughed tears streaming down her face she cried out Frank! Frank! but he was too far away so streaming down the road she
Frank is as Frank does.
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