Posted in 2019

Twixmas-The Time Between. Vcl©️

I’ve been quietly basking

Quietly basking in the spirit

In the spirit of Twixmas peace


You know of what I speak

I speak of that deep silence

That deep silence that awaits


A glimpse of final sunrises and sunsets

The sunsets that hold all the secrets

All the secrets of the year to come

 

I long to clutch these year end days

Year end days that have no words

No words yet except to wait

 

Is that a promise?

A promise that can be kept?

Be kept snuggled to my heart?

 

I’ve been quietly basking.

Posted in 2019, 31 Days (Fiveminutefriday), God Thoughts. (Beyond Words)

Join Us. vcl ©️

Why am I telling you this O Holy One?

We drag our feet towards eternity

Where We understand We will be free

 

We cannot hide who makes us happy

How divine is forgiving?  We fear rejection

We suffocate in our imperfections

 

We beg to be released from the tortuous weight

Of our own burnt guilt

We mourn our fate

 

But sadness, well…..that lies in state

Disguised as freezing tenderness We wait

But the autumnal leaves fall so We celebrate

 

In a world gone mad…We pause…yes hold the hate

We take the time to make thanksgiving great

As We bow our heads and say a prayer

 

For We hope that you will join us here

We’ve grown accustomed to this place

Forgive us Father….We trust heaven can wait.

 

 

 

Posted in 2019, God Thoughts. (Beyond Words)

Remember. vcl©️

No matter who you are
Your story will include suffering

The hollow voice on the broken path
The stab to the heart that gives grief words

While most stand clear
Fearful to hear of sorrow’s wrath

Lest your mourning touch their funeral pyre
Of buried hopes, or broken dreams

Igniting flames of unquenched fire
Forget that you have stumbled, vision blinding

Faced dead ends, no need reminding
I just hope to God you get up again.

Posted in 2019, God Thoughts. (Beyond Words)

Hollowed out Horror. Vcl©️

How did we get here

to this world of

hollowed out horror

this growing red circle

of pain, thickening

As it seeps into all the crevices

of our souls

i remember the words

just a faint whisper on a page

will there be any faith left?

perhaps

but  the crows will

peck at it

murder the edges

Mock the mourners cries

Dance as the stench of death

Fills our nostrilS

Muttering as we clasp our ears

against the toning 

of the bells and their fluttering wings.

 

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