Recognizing the subtle winds that guide or shape us, even when unseen.
Reflecting how sometimes, words and memories, can be spiritual lifelines, preserving connection beyond the physical.
Reminding us to stay in an inner fight to stay spiritually alive, in a world that can feel spiritually barren.
And to approach whatever prayer you use not just as ritual, like so many other but as a sacred, personal invocation for peace and strength.
And finally to embrace cycles of spiritual change and letting go.
Good or bad, and then understanding how they can bring renewal and a new sacred presence.
The Autumn leaves represents a transaction of emotional states. Like Autumn to Winter.
Salute.
The Voice of Eli
(A lone voice whispers)
Like an army of unseen thieves
Wearing invisible black and red threads of divinity
You may steal
These words
As they are read in your head into infinity
To remember old times of beloved memories of us
The undead
You have my now declared permission
So go ahead like an army of invisible thieves
Wearing black and red threads of divinity
Fighting
Mentally
To stay alive
While living amongst
The living dead
Use these sacred words
As your literacy
Your Godhead
Recite after me
Silently
O Sancte!
Da mihi pacem et libera me a tenebris!
Da mihi vim resistendi temptationi!
In nomine tuo omnipotenti!
Amen
So they may fall like Autumn leaves
All around
The sacred grounds
Where you may sit or stand
And forever stay
As your beating band
Still plays
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Translation:
Oh Holy One!
Give me peace and free me from darkness!
Give me the strength to resist temptation!
In your almighty name!
Amen
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