(A lone voice whispers. Lost in deep reflection.
Musing in the throes of spiritual introspection — to a butterfly.)
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 with the sound of falling rain in the distance
Then peaking to unknown or unexplored heights of demoralising anxiety
With no limits or resistance
To finally merge together
To twirl their silver big band batons high
As they danced in absolute unrestricted low vibrational ecstasy
Underneath that grinning red sky
Unfurling
All the hidden memories and opaque trophies of troubles and strife
Which they summoned from so many others to be returned
Petitions for a means to atone
Twisted and contorted thoughts
Which opened my mind like I was being stabbed like a market robbery victim
With the Devil’s sharp knife
But as I knelt and prayed
With my eyes shut thinking about the living masses
Weighed up all the pros and cons
Imaging all 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 this 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 this voice
Your version of the one true One
For we are many
And we appear everywhere
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’ll walk on smiling
For I know now
Beyond all doubt
My soon-to-be death in Golgotha would be my 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 bent city gates
For they are all filled with green rivers of jealously
And gushing 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 version of my Holy Father
For I now know to follow which path is my destination Home
The one I have no control over
For all life
Even mine
Reads like a precious whole poem
Just that mine will begin and end in a timeless loop
When I arrive
To stand bravely upright
Before the baying crowds
In Old Golgotha
Thanks for listening
My friend who I’ll call
Mary
In the form of a beautiful white butterfly
My mother
Who I can only pray
I’ll see once more
Before the day I die
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Copyright John Duffy
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