The Sacred Hollow

 

Blessed be.

Velumbound.

Do you need some inspiration?

Let us begin with a transmission from The 

The Sacred Hollow.

Have you been subtly conditioned from birth to overlook your true potential? 

Here on Earth? 

But does a lone voice sometimes whisper?

Whether in sleep or in daylight? 

Open your tired eyes wide and reach for the stars. 

My child. 

See how far you can go. 

Cast off the chains of conditioning. 

That appeared as you grew older. 

Be courageous and break free from what you’ve been told. 

Go wild and mould a new mindset 

Before you become set in your ways or too old. 

Set an example for future generations to follow. 

Before your spirit returns to us. 

In The Sacred Hollow. 

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

Redemption

(A lone voice whispers) 

Haunted by demons

Judged by the religious

I walk the path of the righteous

For God doesn't just treasure those loyal churchgoers

He really seeks those broken 

Words reflecting a powerful theme of redemption. 

Showing a struggle between human judgment and divine grace. 

Suggesting that true faith lives in the broken and the seeking, not in the flawless.

For when the religious crowd judges you. They rely on outer rules and clean facades.

For they miss the inner battle and inner Demons.

As you carry past scars and deep struggles. 

Feeling haunted by mistakes or doubts

But still courageously try to walk the Path of the Righteous.

Still trying to do what is right. Walking forward despite the pain.

For with Divine Grace. 

God values the broken heart. 

He wants those searching for healing over those who think they are already whole.

Overcome by Pride. 

For pretending to be perfect blocks true growth. 

And admitting your flaws opens the door to grace.

For overcoming Shame. Demons lose their power when brought into the light.

 Seeking salvation is an act of courage, not weakness.

For true Righteousness is not a badge of honour.

 It is a daily choice to turn toward God while broken.

Blessed be.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The man in black

 

One for my visitors

 

Are you ready

 

Don't miss me...

 

Remember me

 

The Spirit Guide

 

(A lone voice whispers) 

I’m the low whisper

Heard so faintly

In the frequencies

In-between

I move through winds of change

In your metamorphosis

Callin’ you back from sin

If you just let me in

Singin’ love songs softly

Helpin’ hearts to mend

Guidin’ lonely lovers

Back to where they began

I’m the ocean

You can swim in

The warmth when you feel cold

Though I walk in silent spaces

I’m stronger than you know

I’m your spirit guide

Walkin’ right by your side

Through the dark and the light

I’ll be there every night

I’m your spirit guide

Though you can’t see my face

When you call out in prayer

I’ll be there

In that place

I’m the strength you carry

Like steel deep in your soul

A midnight sky that’s shining

A treasure you can hold

I’m the smile on your lips

That shiver down your spine

That gentle touch you feel

When love comes right on time

In every tear you’ve cried

There’s a blessing close behind

A voice that never sleeps

Always right on time

 

I’m your spirit guide

Walkin’ every road you take

Through your fears and your faith

Through every heart that breaks

I’m your spirit guide…

In the silence I remain

Every whisper you hear

Callin’ out your name

Ohhh

When you’re dreamin’

I’m the river flowin’ through

Plantin’ seeds

Helpin’ you become you

A purple flower growin’

In your life’s stream

Followin’ you

Through every dream

I’m your spirit guide

Through the wild and the calm

On the tides of your life

Keep on holdin’ on

I’m your spirit guide

Sent from up above

Every step that you take

You’re surrounded by love

Though you may not see me

I’m always close by

A secret friend

From up high

And someday

We will meet

‘Cause I’m your eternal…

Spirit guide

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

The Ghost of Love

 

(A lone voice whispers) 

I may be a memory... Of Christmases past..

Of wonderful times... That still linger...

And still last...

I may be... A beautiful lost sonnet...

Echoing in the distance...

Making a quiet noise...

Across fields..

Of forgotten golden dreams...

An extraordinary love song...

You may still hear...

Above the nightly screams...

I may be...

A low whisper...

Speaking comforting...

Illuminating truths...

Within your beloved mind...

A treasured memory...

You still revisit...

Maybe...

All the time...

I may be all these things...

And so many..

Many more...

But even though...

I'm not standing beside you...

Anymore...

Just remember...

It's you...

Only you...

I'll always adore...

All my treasured memories...

May feel painful...

As they come rushing through...

Those familiar doors...

Yet when the tears arrive...

And old shadows gather..

Know that I am near...

Waiting beside the unopened rooms...

Your heart still fears to enter...

A light beyond the doorway...

A hand within the darkness...

A gentle voice...

Among the silence...

And when forgotten emotions...

Rise from the depths...

Like waves upon a moonlit shore...

I shall walk beside you...

Through every hidden corridor...

Every trembling memory...

Every sacred wound...

For I am not truly gone...

I have simply learned...

How to watch over you...

From here...

And whenever you remember me...

Look beyond your sorrow...

And listen...

For my love still lingers...

In the quiet spaces between worlds...

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

The Blue Apocalypse

A whisper from a soul trapped in a cold, lonely purgatory.

Conjured from someone burning with fire in the falling rain and snow. 

Someone trapped between pain and numbness, fighting a blue apocalypse while an empty void tells them not to feel.

(A lone voice whispers) 

Sometimes…

These ripples…

Of purgatory fire…

Still burning…

After I died…

Sometimes blowing out

These ripples of purgatory fire

That burn deep inside

Like a raging inferno

Before I died

The suffering…

Of standing here alone

In this ever-falling

Soul-purging rain

Compelled to think

By forces unknown

I remember…

A long-forgotten name

Echo waves from yesterday

Wrapped in pleasure, wrapped in pain

Still I’m forced…

To remain…

Burning in the rain

Fire in my veins

Heaven feels so far away

Still I rise through the pain

I’m burning in the falling rain and snow

Trying to heal what I don’t know

This blue apocalypse feels so real

But the void keeps telling me… don’t feel

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy