We've lost a few
Gained a few
Still loved a few
Living
If we're lucky
But happy New Year
To just You
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We've lost a few
Gained a few
Still loved a few
Living
If we're lucky
But happy New Year
To just You
© John Duffy 😍😎🙏🥃
Image courtesy of Pinterest.(A lone voice whispers)
Every night
When she chooses to suddenly appear
To the chosen few
Stories abound in darkened rooms and secret circles
That all her restless slaves
Try to raise their weary heads
From their feathered pews
Enchanted
Beyond all belief
Pleading telepathically to climax
And find some sort of mental release
As she stands over their ramshackled lonely beds
Deceptively
Beautiful as every single spoken
Or written human rhyme
Some say
Uttered down through the Ages
Through
Time
By Poets
Mystics and so many Mages
Some speak of long leather-clad legs
All men cry to touch and beg and pray inwardly
To caress
Ravish me red lips
Women say they forever daydream
To just taste
Emerald eyes they all speak of
Orbs to invade and conquer your soul
Until the very end
Whenever it's time
For your human life
To be laid to waste
Has she entered your room and watched you sleep
As your soul wandered its many inner spaces
And unspoken keeps
Her name
You may ask
Well, her name is simply Want
For we all deep down
Crave something
Be it flesh
Power
Friendship or even Love
Amongst many others
Only our occult Mother
Called Want
Can guide us
To provide
Regardless of the price
It will cost us
In the long run
As we struggle to survive
While
she still lives and thrives
Feeding off our inner suffering
As we sustain and strengthen her
With our foolish wants and self-defeating lies
(C)
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Somewhere
Within that old farmers' gate
That wild rebellious
Country woman
Of such irreducible taste
Whose bright eyes still shine
With the illustrious glow
Of that illuminated flame
Once stolen in haste
By brave Prometheus
From heavens dark skies
With no shame
Starting an eternal war between two heavenly states
A divine glow that now
Enhances her beautiful face
And sometimes
As I pass by that way
Incredibly
Late at night
I can always hear her
Whispering my name
For she stands
So inflamed
Dressed in black leather
And green
Looking like Morgana the Cunning Sorceress
In all Arthurian legends
One of the most beautiful women
I've ever seen
And she holds me now
Like a pawn
Enthralled in a grip of steel
Who no longer feels
As I try
With all my might
To break down
Her carefully constructed walls
Where she stands
Always so tall
Especially
In these dark woods
At the stroke of midnight
Where we still meet
As I stroll through those gates
No longer in control
Guided by her candlelights
To watch her
Standing
Filled with such magical purpose
Singing so eloquently
In her candlelit circle
Up to the moon
And the watching skies
As white clouds roll by
With no rehearsals
Uttering strange ancient spells
Unknown to most
Only those in the know
As she conquers and subdues
All who dare
Come hither into view
Before they can yell
It's why I still visit
Along with so many others
For we're all just hypnotized fools
Enchanted
By the delicious sounds
Of Esmeralda
And her golden ringing
Summoning bells
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Like it used to be
Now I'm just lost
Swimming
In rough seas
Clutching onto your memories
Like a broken tree
To keep me afloat
In this now
Gentle breeze
But I know
When I really look
At that tree
My old love
Loved to be quiet
Loved to be loud
Loved to be kind
But
Sometimes
in the twilight
Lost and floating at sea
I also know
Her old
Love still blows my mind
Wherever it takes me
Wherever I go
Even though
It's like a tree
Covered with a philosopher's
soul disease
As I look for शम्भल
Also known as
Śambhala
In the lost lands of
Tagzig Olmo Lung Ring
A mythical place
I now float to
Where the brokenhearted
Gather in huge burning
Paranormal circles
To sing
(C)
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There's an incredible woman I once knew
Who suddenly appeared
One Sunday afternoon
Right out of its
Ether and Blue
We lived and walked on kind or mean streets
Made of fire and ice
In all known weathers
It was like rare miracle
A true unique paradise
Before our happiness
Paid the fatal price
For like all good things
We came under attack
And The Principalities
Destroyed it with their dark knife
Worried
Vexed
Harassed
Irritated
Confused
And frustrated
We fell like lightning from our heaven
Never again
To be together
But then a low whisper Came to me
Skipping and dancing
Like Heidi
Throughout all the inner corridors
Of my mind
In a dream
With no name
It whispered
Say these words
When day breaks or when the night falls
To cleanse your soul of anything dark
That calls
Lord God, my Protector and
Savior
I pray for Your protection and salvation
As my days and nights left
In numbers
Fall
For you are my shield
My place
My refuge and under Your wings
I pray for peace against all those things
The Principalities use
So I can look past that darkness
And remember the love
I still have for my muse
And then it faded
Like a setting sun
I wrote down that prayer
For it lingered so
Begging to be captured
In case others needed to hear
Or know it's rapture
Its powerful song
To help right old wrongs
For I see her now
Standing so strong
In visions
Like Deborah in The Old Testament
Heaven sent
As I thank the Lord
Day and night in prayer
For the strength
In making his Presence
Felt
To then revisit memories
That never left
Those beautiful ones
I still treasure
The ones we
Created and
Forever meant
(C)
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(A lone voice whispers)
I always used to wonder
Where do
Robins go to sleep
Then one dark night
Within a deep all-consuming
Lucid dream
At approximately one o'clock
A beautiful deity
Appeared out of the mists
Wearing a blue and white coat
Holding a Lily
And a shining lantern
Across its shoulder
A golden trumpet and a branch from Paradise
On its golden belt
Hung a scepter and a silver scroll
As it strolled towards me
Within my illustrious sleeping streams
A strange palace of absolute darkness
Where no birds
Flew or squawked
It's mysterious ever watchful
Eyes
Held me firmly transfixed
Like
An ethereal heavenly hawk
Its bright white orbs
Swallowed me whole
As it whispered
Words
I'll remember
Until I'm old
Within the light of day
We appear
Your beloved and even I
To watch over
And visit you
To see and follow
All that you do
When we
The blessed few
Waiting in the new
Spectacular
Bright white lights
In the glorious cathedrals of Atmos
Shadowy arch
Cross over
When allowed a brief time
Before we are eventually
Reunited in a new form
To rejoice in hymn
Within your All Highs
Divine Church
Depending upon
The faith of your choice
To visit those we still
Love
To leave a sign or sing
A sonnet
Happily with echoes of our new voice as we too mourn
Then in here
At darkness
In
The Great In-Between
A place you all visit
Whenever you fall asleep
In deep dreams
We always appear
For real spiritual shapeshifters
Like us
Never really sleep
We just transform into Robins
Through a supernatural technique
For sometimes they are merely vessels
We use
Just one of our everlasting souls keeps
So if you see one
And it sings
Looking straight at you
Remember this
It's a just a beloved love one
Maybe even me
Archangel Gabriel
Channeling
Through
And with that beautiful closing
Line
It disappeared quietly
Back into the receding winds that whined
Of the Hidden Divine
And when I awoke at eight
I'm sure it met me
Sat on my garden's old wooden gate
My beautiful friend
Who loves to sit on the washing line
Whispering and singing
Hello
Sending shivers and
Tingling
Shooting
As I remember that dream
All the way
Up and down
My sinuous
spine
(C)
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(A lone voice sings)
Hosanna
Hosanna
There's a dark hole
In the middle of my soul
And my beloved mother
Still lives in there
And I carry her
Around
Everywhere
I go
Hosanna
Hosanna
She climbs out at midnight
When sleep
I can no longer
Fight
Hosanna
Hosanna
And sits on my chest
Dressed in her Sunday best
Always
Hidden right out of sight
Hosanna
Hosanna
Whispering
Strange spells
That bind me
In total bondage
To an old age
When she once lived
Hosanna
Hosanna
And we were so happy
Together
Especially at Christmas
When life
Still
Had so much to give
Hosanna
Hosanna
But now she's died
And instead of saying
Goodbye
And sending her crying
To The Dark Lands
Of No Sound
Where I'll forever
Miss her
Hosanna
Hosanna
Lost in a fissure
In time
Where the Black Nightingales
Fly
I just carry her
Around
Now
In a dark hole
In the middle of my soul
A beautiful place
Painted
With memories
And home
To a stunning spirit
I've always known
Hosanna
Hosanna
My mother
Who I'll carry around
Until the end of my time
And when I'm called
To The Dark Lands
Of No Sound
She can climb out
My soul
Hosanna
Hosanna
So we can run around
Hand in hand
Singing songs of happiness
Filled with
Hosanna
Hosanna
To break the silence
To echo into eternity
All over
Those sacred grounds
As we wait for
Strength
Reassurance
And his holy spiritual
Guidance
Singing
Forever
Forever
Forever
Hosanna
Hosanna
Hosanna
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And so I left my old safe world
On Christmas Day
Behind
And looked for a new one
In the dark and deep realms
Of a broken mankind
Sent by my
Father
Most High
To teach
Before I died
To try to save all those
Who for salvation
In the Wilderness
Cry
To change the unconscious vibration of Humankind
And all that
I could touch
Reach
Or find
Sent to bring
Peace of mind
To the sick
Disabled
Blind
Or those held
In bondage
By the grip of evil
Spellbind
My birth name
Was Yeshua
Once sent to tear down
The old ways
And give birth to hope
On Earth
From the ruins
Glad to meet you
And so I ask
In the words of your popular tongues
Spanish
French and English
¿Me vas a acoger -hoy y todos los días- para tratar de salvarte del pecado?
Allez-vous m'accueillir - aujourd'hui et tous les jours - pour essayer de vous sauver du péché?
Are you going to welcome me in - today and every day - to try to save you from sin?
(C)
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(A lone voice whispers)
I heard your voice
Today
On Christmas Day
That old well-loved
Familiar sound
Whenever
I pressed play
So soft and sweet
I couldn't sleep
But stand still
Weep and repeat
Why does God
Give you such grief
Whenever
I hear her voice
To then stand still
In disbelief
And then I remembered
Calvary
A dark place
In human history
Hanging
Painted
In so many
Art Galleries
So much wrong
Done to one
So strong
One crucified
For Mankind
To sing a new song
A new song
So all
Could belong
To the light
When their time came
And they could no longer fight
So now
Whenever
I hear your sweet voice
Or your name
On Christmas Day
Like today
That familiar sound
When I find the courage
To press play
To reminisce
About my true love
On that special day
And her incredible captivating spirituality
I just know you're safe
Smiling down
Looking my way
My beloved
Still loved
Wife called
Valerie
Because Jesus died
For me and you
Even though
Crucified
By Evil
But never alone
At Calvary
So we could all rise
With the call of the
Golden Trombone
To atone
To then enter
Our true home
Under Gods
Super Dome
(C)
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So
Exploit
Use and maul me
As your spirits mouthpiece
To create your masterpiece
All you who are depleted or weighed down
With emotional or spiritual grief
And I will try to grant you
A precious taste of celestial release
So you can discover a consecrated constitution
To lead you
To much-needed sacred grounds
Of respite and inner peace
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(A lone voice whispers)
Teacher
Can you help me
For there's still a magical circle
I wish to find
Said the lonely old Preacher
to his mentor
Old Father Time
As they both stood looking
at history's many
intersecting blue lines
Teacher
It's a place where my true love
resides
In a my own time loop called
Once in a Lifetime
I once read about this
magic circle
a thousand years ago
Before I was recalled
when you rang my Golden Bell
and it chimed
And I dearly wish to find it
through all the mazes
of all my old lifes puzzles
and paradigms
And I now know
after opening so many old books
The ultimate secret I've found is
You have to truly encourage
your heart and soul
To embrace its magnetic flow
And some say
You have to be willing to sacrifice
everything you once chased
Materialism
Wealth
And some say all who you once
used to follow and the Great Hunt
You used to race in and
give up all control
Sometimes O' Father Time
as the seconds no longer roll
When I look back
over thousands of years
at my chance of
Once in a Lifetime
I can still remember
I came so close
to the greatest of finds
And that in itself is my penance
and one of my many
mortal crimes
For I too once knew a
wonderful soul
My own version
of the
Beautiful Red Rose of Jericho
She was so beautiful
Graceful
and as gentle as
falling snow
But like all things
that came to pass
I lost my way
in the grip of the seductive
shadowy abyss
And never got to feel
her sweet gentle touch
or soft velvety kiss
But now I'm a part of you,
O Father Time
And as I look back
taking up your
so very long reach
Using your
supernatural telescopes
To look at old hopes
and dearly once-loved folks
I can still see her waiting,
sitting there patiently reading
Fluctuating heartbroken
throughout your many
blue distinct intersecting
time frequencies
Streams
Thinking about the one,
she always dreamed about
and so wanted to love and teach
But who was suddenly
snatched by death
beyond her reach
The book she's always holding
and reading
When I zoom in
Is a collection of her own poetic
sad words linked
together tragically
To broken stories of her life
of waiting
Lost
Standing alone
On the outer edges
of a now-grey world
Now all that once
cherished color and light
Smiles and laughter
have flown away like a
Starling and now live in here
The Great Hereafter
I always see her regaling
her only thought
That I would arrive like a hero
Riding into her life
from the Ether of time
And fill her life with magical
moments
of such soul-changing happiness
and glory
That so many people
would be so surprised
and beguiled at our new story
But as I still sadly see her
from in here
Hiding and crying at midnight
Using your Scrying Mirrors
In this Dark Tower
which connects all things
and places
Lost in one of history's
many bands of low resistance
To a familiar place
flooded with no new
and old sinners
Where I can only pray
to sit with her
For it's the only place
one day I plead I might reach
When I have paid my dues to you
To then go back through time
To then appear out of the
fluctuating blue Ether
To wipe away all her soft wet tears
Maybe then
In that spiritual moment
We can both be happy to clasp our
**Once in a Lifetime**
To then walk upon
the soft yellow sands
And smell the life-changing winds
Blowing across that
circle's secret beaches
And then in the realization
of that long-lost dream
We may both just smile
As we finally fade into
just being another part
of your secret anthologies
of love stories
Is it true
Teacher
That to find inner peace
Love and divine glory
To know what that real devotion
can bring and what it looks like
Do you have to know
what to give
And how to fight to reach it
And is that one
of the many secrets
To what a true love story is
(C)
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Egyptian Dreams
I first caught sight of true love
In The Valley of The Kings
Where the land water was tainted
Following her crimson and gold
Diamond studded
Scarf
With my new road map
And saw the spot where she waited
By the Niles shore
In the form
Of the gift from the gods
To steal my heart
And infuse herself into its molten core
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Like an old wounded soul
Returning from waging
a spiritual war
in my own never-ending
version of Armageddon
In the mythical
middle East
Where I eventually subjugated
and slaughtered
my own inner fears
Which paraded around
like a crimson-red beast
I saw you again
my kin
like a surreal beautiful nightingale
In a deep incredible dream
Slowly looking my way
in the bustling crowds
In the Great In-Between
With such exquisite
dark extraordinayy eyes
Such climactic things
I'll reflect upon
Until that final expedition home
That preordained
mournful day
When I'll finally whisper
and softly say
Goodbye Mother Earth
And willingly collapse
to eventually die
We were once
completely heartbroken
outsiders
Lost on life's so
complicated unexplored
wild roads
Just stuck on it's
sad ever-moving fast trains
Seemingly permanently
riding around in
revisited tragic circles
In life's never-ending
falling rain
But with that memory
Of that one glance,
within that one look
I took by chance,
I knew then why I was
continually hooked
We had surreptitiously
found a new hidden hand
signal
To an underground realm
Where we trafficked emotions
mysteriously
And no longer felt lonely
or tainted
Emotions
to help us stop walking
through life feeling
Jaded
like one of the painted
condemned
It must have been fate
or divine Gods
using synchronicity to be kind
For when I saw you
I finally remembered
a long-lost memory
That floated up to that
undulating cerebral cortex
Within my mind
A vision that we were
married together
in another time
Forever deemed
to be just happy
in another lifetime
But sometimes this version
Of life doesn't play fair
and I again
Have to kneel
and blow you
a soft tender kiss
Put some beautiful red roses
on your much-beloved grave
As I remember
all those fateful mistakes
I once unfortunately made
And as I return
from fighting my anxiety
Drinking Southern Comfort
to drown out the stress
On my nightly crusades
I know you'll return
to love me once more
wherever you are
No matter how far
For we'll be both soon reborn
Because this universe
was told to baptize us
to never be apart
And who am I
to judge the great Almighty
The true King of the Graveyard
Who holds all those sacred
secrets
Of the heart?
(C)
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Shall we begin?
Amongst the murky misty
encroaching images
A surreal scene
the creators of Casablanca
Would have been proud
to call their very own
My new muse
An angel called Calliope
Wandered and appeared
walking like a real siren
Straight into my view
Wearing a stunning
fashionista's white dress
She appeared
right out of the blue
Bent
and with tasty red sweet lips
French kissed me
back into life
Watched by cautious eyes
Who had sent her
to help me get through
Dwellers
Ancestors and spirit guides
Who stood hidden
in the crescent glow
of the Full Strawberry Moon
Which hung high
in the purple-hued sky
Like an unearthly tribute
to mortal pain
Where all those suffering
Made her a seat
and bade her
Welcome into their
bedroom
And in the falling night rain
I now seem to reach out
earnestly to crave her soft touch
As those old emotions
of being alone
Systematically kneel
Submitting
to be slain
My Calliope
came gliding in
Majestically last June
Riding on the backs
of handwritten spiritual
messages
Exchanged through eternal
friends
one glorious day
As they discussed my story
and all it's many open
and well-known wounds
Notes that said I was available
Now I've found freedom
from old sacred vows
of fidelity
Once spoken
In hushed verses
which someone else
had recently foolishly broken
We now stand firmly
upright
Whenever we meet
In straight lines
In new lands of holding
hands whilst we're walking
Enjoying talking
and telling each other
funny stories
Like meeting each other
was foretold to be our calling
At this very moment
as I sit here
By the attic window
by this old Riverside Cafe
In the Parisian winter cold
Looking out in quiet confinement
and contemplating how my once sad life
Suddenly turned to gold
I still in these quiet moments
of soul-searching reflection
Embrace my newly found
harmonious serendipity
And all these treasured moments
and intimate reunions
Where two newly introduced souls
with such effortless proclivity
Merge together
as if guided by a strange sense of
supernatural compatibility
Was I carefully scrutinized
by those Hidden Watchers
I sometimes wonder
Angels
Who stand on blue milk crates
in those black unknown voids
Fluctuating between time and space
Trying to find ingenious strategies
and heavenly constructs
to illuminate
I hope
my much cherished
and treasured face
Who knows
but now I've found a compatible
world
A fascinating realm
replenished endlessly
with laughter
Celebrated and baptized
at midnight by soft wanton lips
Which collide together so passionately
Forever I hope in close proximity
I may never know all the answers
but in scripture
Song of Solomon says
Set me as a seal upon your heart,
as a seal upon your arm,
for love is strong as death,
jealousy is fierce as the grave.
Its flashes are flashes of fire,
the very flame of the Lord.
Many waters cannot quench love,
neither can floods drown it.
Oh, how now it matters
for while I used to be sinking slowly
but surely
In those former dark ominous depths
like a twisted scene
out of Twin Peaks
Sitting drunk and in love
with shrewd old Mother Gin
and her kin
Brother Depression
and her twin sister
Madame Anxiety
All rebellious juveniles
of the dark angel
of which I will not speak
Beneath all those whispering
entities
bringing worldly self-ruminating
illuminations
Are we as human beings
simply all the foolish choices
we make in the low junctures
revealing themselves to us
before dawn
The Witching Hour
When we are weak and spiritually
weary
Forgetting our true selves
and God-given powers
For I now know
with the courage to call forth
the light
Love does call to us all
Even the self-righteous
or the frightened
If we can be brave enough
to open up to embrace
and welcome those who
Watch
and their games of Astral Chess
as we open up our souls
to confess
We must I suppose
after talking to some of Father Times'
much-admired guests
and his many mistresses
As I walk this life and
greet so many of its new
witnesses
Always try to find the strength
to overcome all that hides
scurrying in the darkness
of your mind
Fighting for your attention
Just casually waiting
until the moments right
to maximize your depression
But still beyond this cosmic
ever-swirling dust of reflection
as I still breathe
As my heart beats slower
each day as it now begs and pleads
Whenever I think of her
my new muse
Calliope
My soul's only intimate secret
in a corrupted society
who holds in her soft delicate hands
All my beating
Red Churches keys
Here in this present moment
as each joyous new day
breaks upon the upcoming horizons
Within my mind
as I take a deep breath
and abruptly awake from contemplation
In this silence
I still crave her pure voice
and a little bit of her warm touch
For I know deep down
as my soul for her yells
It will always be forever
For we have gone through a lifetime
in such a short while
Ran through intense miles of pain
and endured and conquered
too much
And it's now why I live in hope
as if caught living under a spell
as I clutch and ring this
metaphorical doorbell
To be welcomed
as just another kindred guest at
The SoulMate Hotel
Well thanks for reading but before I go
Always remember to ask for help because you never know who's watching
Sending love and light and always try to
Look after yourself
(C)
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(A lone voice whispers)
Now my life's great party
is over and this Black Hole
I now live within
Ruled over by Father Sin
Which just loves to breathe
me in and out
Like the silver flutes once did
When I used to walk by
and watch the marching Bands
of Manhattan play
Smiling
as the Majorettes
twirled their shiny batons
High in the sky
Oh, what I wouldn't give
in this loud sound of silence
To quieten this startling pain
that still hurts the most
Even though
I'm now just another
lonely ghost
My cherished memories
Of you
Will always be my
Immortal key
Home
As I wait in here
to atone
I used to pray
that I'd wake up free
from this asylum
In the warm arms
of my beloved
but now lost Angel
But no matter
how hard the memories
or even how painful
I'll keep it
as a happy place
Filled with all her love
and photographs
So, I'll just wait here
In a hidden place
found on no handwritten
or drawn maps
Somewhere
Lost
As I flutter
my white flag of defeat
In the cold and hot heat
of The Great In-Between
Lingering
by these bright lights
like I was
walking on the Moon
Kicking up broken
white stones
Singing sad songs
for the hordes
Standing
in the creepy shadows
On these mean streets
Watching me crying
like a wounded King
Come Back
Don't fear us
you won't fall
They all chant
as the Golden Bell rings
The Crying Game
needs feeding
The eleven-inch nails
need pulling out
to stop the bleeding
Stay with us
The Nameless Things
We who whisper and sing
in the Dark
all around you
But all by myself
I'll try to stay alive
Somehow
They can keep their
Poison and Red Wine
Their Civil Wars
Where even gravity falls
Either way
Here is my lone call
You'll always be my reason
My every time
My light in this dark
No matter the seasons
For all my rivers of memories
and worn-out road maps
Interweaved
in my heavy head
and embedded
in my weary heart
Always lead me
Riding in paper boats
Back to you
In this mad mad world
Even though now everything
has fallen apart
Just like us two
A pair of Father Times
many heartbroken
sweethearts
Mon seul espoir dans un monde sombre
(My only hope in a dark world)
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Image courtesy of Pinterest.
A whisper I once heard, talking to me in a deep dream. In the low hours.
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We who have lived
and walked for more
than a thousand years
Invisible amongst you all
The ever-growing
and changing masses
Have heard and tried to answer
so many heartfelt prayers
as we were called
Invocations spoken
in the long shadows
When pain
Suffering
Emotional anguish
Or grief suddenly strikes
And convinced many
to try to stay the course
And be part of living
this lifes wonderful dream
Whenever they felt doubtful
As things seemed
to fall apart at the seams
To always remember
No matter how magnetic
The seductive pull
of dark temptations
How green their own grass is
whilst they still live
And have so much more
which to share and give
We've held soft and
hard-working hands
Of the rich or poor
Consoled the young
and old and tried to comfort
So many crying silently
In the painful
mazes of their own darkness
Its unspoken number
is truly unfathomable
We've appeared in many forms
before so many others
In the dark and cold
Sent by the Almighty on High
To try to nurture
and encourage those who cry
Endowing them
with a higher power
to always find the strength
and courage
In rekindling their inner flame
Once lit so long ago
by a sacred candle
As we first heard
and learnt their soul's
secret name
To stand up strong and
be willing and able
For we're indomitable
Angels
sent to bring hope
to the inconsolable
Bringers
of so much inner peace
For God is our strength
and ministry
One that speaks of
everlasting mercy and promise
No matter how dark your worlds
Many changing political landscapes
or forests
My favourite name is
Archangel Gabriel
And
If you find one of my
billions of white feathers
That I sometimes leave
Especially
for those heartbroken souls
who in these sad times
Linked to Covid
Grieve
And need to once again
Be encouraged to believe
That their beloved
is in a better place
So
As you live through your limited
mortal life
Just pick one up
and keep it really close
For it will bring you peace
and tranquillity
Throughout all those morose
long cold winters
or hot summer nights
When you need a new belief
or phenomenon
Whilst seeking to conquer
or accept
Your physical or
mental vulnerabilities
To help you carry on
(And then the voice faded.....)
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Image courtesy of Pinterest.