Press play before reading. Salute.
(A lone voice whispers)
And so it rained outside and even inside
For what seemed like forty days and forty nights
As I wandered lost in that yellow lonely deserted Judean Desert alone
When the hard times and the whispering low vibrational voices came
On the Mount of Temptation
Fluctuating between Mild and wild feelings
Intermixing within the falling rain
Then peaking to unknown or unexplored heights of demoralising anxiety
To finally merge together to twirl their silver big band batons high
As they danced in absolute unrestricted low vibrational ecstasy
Under that grinning red sky
Unfurling
All the hidden memories and opaque trophies of troubles and strife
Which they summoned from so many to be soon returned
Twisted and contorted thoughts
Which opened my mind like I was been stabbed like a market robbery victim
With the Devil's sharp knife
But as I knelt and prayed
Weighed up the pros and cons
With my eyes shut about the living masses
And the endless happiness
Still to be found within all seemingly sorrowful lives
A vision of a white cross suddenly appeared
And some soft eloquently spoken words echoed throughout my ears
"Do not be scared of life and all its many fears
Do not be scared to shed some sad tears for yourself or others
The happy days are soon to come
Keep your faith in the one true One
As in this form
He allows you to still run
For when your time is recalled by your final act in this endless chapter of life
On the cross
So many will be saved and rescued from the mighty fall to Abaddon
The Dark Lands of the Fallen Ones"
And so I walked on smiling
For I knew then beyond all doubt
My death in Golgotha would be the ultimate gift to the world
Today and forevermore
So who am I to dare to be late
When the world I see before me
Needs to be irrevocably changed
From Bethlehem to all the many other city gates
For they are all filled with green rivers of jealously
Winds carrying sharp spears of fear and with so many foolishly condemning others
By false accusations
Spreading hate
All I can do is play my role to perfection
If it only saves just one poor soul
What a better way to serve my Holy Father
But by simply following his direction
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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