(A lone voice whispers)
Well hello in 2022.
To you
Hear my voice again as I speak
If you're feeling weak and need inspiration
Some may still choose to call me a charlatan
A new reborn follower of a King
From somewhere totally
Glorious
It's so Cosmopolitan
A seducer of fragile minds
Who might choose to hold me upright
After I baptised another poor sinner
And tried to bring an end to all their tragedies
Solidified in written oxygen
Whatever the consequence
But my messages were always simply this
Try to live for happiness and a loving muse
Paint touching emotional pictures through stories
Photographs
Music
Poetry or even a small act of friendship
Using them as your own golden lyre
And then lay them gently in green fields of all known creative portals
And upon those velvety avenues
Light those events on metaphorical fire
So all those mortals
Who yearns to feel
See or even read them
Can never be refused
Try not to lament old age
Too much
As it tries to freeze your spiritually youthful body
In those dark moments of living
For its a forever process of purging
Deemed by someone most high
To be so beautiful and lithe
Just it can seem sometimes
So unforgiving
For with prayer and a profound strength
You can swim through tributaries of deep fear and anxiety
Which may seem so merciless
Away from all that red pain
To eventually finding newer beginnings
Your heart may seem heavy
With grief
In time
And you might lose hope and feel all emotions fall way
Linked to losing happiness or love
As fear climbs
If only you could look me in these eyes
Watching you
Up high
You would see my sad eyes cry
But now at this moment, it's not allowed
So within these words
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 when that grieving grey whistle
Blows
When that hope of love seems to disappear at night
When the darkness appears
I’ll be always here
To hold you in spirit
Someone once called me a charlatan in Rome
Because I was a new reborn follower of a King
From somewhere totally
Glorious
The wealthy elite
Spread such wild rumours
That I was a seducer of fragile minds
Encouraging the enslaved and poor
To choose to hold me upright
After I baptised another poor sinner
Trying to bring an end to all their tragedies
Solidified in written oxygen
Whatever the consequence
To then think of themselves
As one of life's reformed winners
But my message was always simply this
As I preached
To all those in reach
Will you let these words
Gods words
Breathe through you
And calm that very storm inside
As he tries to keep your fire of hope and salvation alight
Throughout all these upcoming dark nights
For I'm now blessed to hold all the Golden Keys
To the Kingdom and one day
I hope and pray
You'll stay away from too many sins
And when your astral eyes eventually open
And
Me
You'll see
Standing
I hope I'm stood smiling
As I'm yearning
To welcome you in
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Images shared under fair usage policy from Pinterest.
Foundation of the post.
And just to clarify, no intentional infringement upon any other faith groups or belief systems.
If any resonates, I hearty apologise for none intended.
It's a piece relating to St Peter.
Details below.
Peter was one of the 12 Apostles of Jesus.
Roman Catholic tradition holds that Jesus established St. Peter as the first pope (Matthew 16:18).
Jesus also gave him “the keys of the kingdom of heaven” (Matthew 16:19).
This is why he is often depicted at the gates of heaven, in art and popular culture.
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