(A lone voice whispers)
Are we too metaphorical to ever understand, but just another human living within and under its dark, magical spell?
Slowly waiting for spiritual understanding as it returns to just us?
To really see whatever all our life will see?
Praying our Lord of choice, The Great Almighty, will set us free.
Can this place, here, where you now visit and read from—but a brief refuge, carefully hidden in the slow-moving storms of time?
A brief respite from what needs to be done?
A secret, well-beaten shack along the dark highways of deep spiritual fraternities?
As we are now connected mentally?
Merging together slowly into a swirling eternity.
From twisted emotional journeys unknown.
To strangers and beloved people in distant foreign time zones.
From deep lessons to be learned.
To dark bridges that must be burnt.
Our destinations could be greater than we can ever possibly know.
To others, it's just a flicker.
But to those blessed, maybe like you, it's but peaceful and rather slow.
But no matter, for in the end. If we are lucky and truly blessed.
We are all wrapped in shawls of grace and deep spiritual peace.
For if all our misdemeanors we eventually fully confess.
We might hear the Almighty's beautiful voice again.
It's an old song that some forget.
I have the lyrics if you want to read on.
Read on, they are free, and you don't owe me anything, such as royalty fees or any other debts.
“Take me as a symbol of your need for release.
Replace your hatred instead with love.
Where there is an injury. Look above.
Where there is doubt. Have faith and don't give up.
If despair appears. Remember hope.
When darkness glides in. Let light absolve its sin.
Where life becomes unhappy. Smile and constantly try to remember these words.
To sing.
We are all tributaries leading back to the Holy River.
Deep channels of our divine peace.”
So continually try to remember to help pardon your soul.
Before you enter its beautiful gardens.
For with inner forgiveness. We are reborn to eternal life.
Free. From all the burdens of our earthly life, emotional knife.
For I am beyond.
What your occupation entails.
I just want to trace what your heartbeats regale.
Your age is a pale horse I never want to see.
I just want to hear your hopes and dreams.
Will you risk all for love and spiritual glory to live an extraordinary life?
Can you sit with me in the sunlight's shadows and reflect on life and smile again?
Past all the doubts and disturbing grey rain?
Do you still seek to sip a drop of Love's glorious champagne?
Will you dance with me in feverish ecstasy as happiness revisits your inner domains?
Will you be a smiling passenger on my fast-moving trains?
Free and with no limitations. Ready for pleasure beyond refrain?
Will you soar with me like two golden eagles?
Above fast gossip whispering campaigns?
What you answer doesn't matter to me.
All your answers are simply for you.
Can you say no to another to be true to your soul?
Can you rise above false accusations and still keep your control?
Can you cherish your inner beauty?
Beyond prying, unfriendly eyes.
Rising internally like an angel when hope seems to die?
Can you parade with failure like long-lost lovers and salute the scarred, silvery moon?
As its bands play a dark, ominous, bleak tune?
Your social status, I care about not.
Only can you still rise and embrace your lot?
After the long nights of despair and pain?
Will you rise to challenge this life again?
Will you stand like a sentry lost in despair's inferno flames?
Or will you ask me to help extinguish its name?
I don't care for all your academic labels. I just wanted to know if you're willing and able.
Or if you just need another seat at your table.
For the company you keep in these dark days of empty, lonely moments.
They are like great friends who speak like trendy, holy old poets.
For are we today simply an extension of that which resides within?
A projection from the source.
Will our souls forget us, the projection it now lives within, say in a thousand years, or will it still remember this version of us before we turn to dust?
A rather deep thought from me.
A fragment of someone's soul speaking.
For our spiritual love could be like the Alpha and Omega.
An eternal new beginning, but always ending in the end.
Why do you mourn? It has always been so.
Haven't I tried to show you the light?
Haven’t I tried to hold you in the darkness of nights?
So cast your fears to the stars. Feel eternity within and know this.
If it doesn’t work this time. We will be reborn again.
I am always sleeping inside. Just like way before.
When your steps faltered. I carried.
When you fainted. I nursed.
Feel the embrace of the beloved gemstone of my light.
The clasp of my deep love.
It waits here breathless and speechless.
Free from the clutches of demonic dust.
Just filled and lined with unconditional trust.
(C) Copyright John Duffy
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