St Peter.The Keeper of Keys, speaks.

 Press play and let the emotional music wash over you as you read.

Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)

Some may still choose to call me a charlatan

A new reborn follower of a contemporary King 

From somewhere so totally beautiful it's so glorious

Some may say I'm a seducer of fragile minds

A fisher of men

Who then might choose to hold me upright

As I try to bring an end to all their tragedies 

Solidified in written oxygen

Whatever the consequence  

But my message is simply this

Try to live for happiness and a loving muse

Paint touching emotional pictures through stories

Memories

Photographs

Art

Music or poetry 

Using them as your own golden lyre

And then gently lay them  down in green metaphorical fields and upon velvety avenues

So those who want to see read or even feel them 

Can never ever be refused

Try not to lament old age

 

As it tries to freeze your spiritually youthful body 

in those dark moments of living

For your soul is forever deemed to be so beautiful and lithe

And embed with a profound strength 

To swim through all deep tributaries of anxiety or walk through realms of seemingly neverending depressions

Which may seem so unforgiving

To reach a new place far from all that red pain to eventually finding 

newer beginnings

Your heart may seem heavy and you might lose hope and feel all emotions

Linked to losing happiness or love 

But look me in these eyes

Watching you

 

And within these words 

and be lifted up In Dawn’s rose-flushed arms 

To truly live

Then look into life’s deep silvery mirrors

and always remember

You have so much more 

To still give

So just know that when that grieving golden whistle blows

When that hope of love
seems to disappear at night

 

When the darkness appears

I’ll be always here
To hold you

For my message is simply this

Will you let these words breathe through you

And calm the storm inside

As I try to keep your fire alight

Throughout all these upcoming dark nights

For I hold the two keys 

To the all the Kingdom and one day 

I hope and pray

 I'll let you in 

When your astral eyes open and me

 

You'll see

Copyright John Duffy