While singing heart-lifting songs of sweet salvation with a twisted smile
Sonnets to help heal old wrongs but the darkness that stalks man
Oversea and land
Stepped in with its damned overcoat of black sins
Looking back
I had the tabernacle of sweet worship
Held tightly in-between clenched fists
Fists clasping the only Holy Grail
The soft waist and small hands I would ever need to help me win
And never to fail
But the Shadow People it brought
Stopped our glorious rise with a swing of their insidious ceremonial hammer at a slave auction
With the final knocking in of their conjured version of Jesus's crucifixions last nail
On my Dia Marta
My handmade white cross they had invoked
The Death Knell which commenced since that unnatural spell
Still lingers and leaves me surrounded
By its smiling armies of willing sinners
Beginners in the Greatest of Games
Between two supernatural powers
Still blindly wearing jealously's green blinkers
I once stood alone in the falling rain
Trying to wash away my pain
When it took my heart
But now
Nothing remains
Spring
Summer
Autumn and
Winter is now for winners
People who now carefully and so slowly
Pull out the sharp painful splinters
Like one of life's big hitters
Not just the churchgoers or pastors or vicars
But lifes true warriors
The tainted and emotionally hungry
Trying to swim or wade through all its deep rivers
And as I now look back in all my lifes old mirrors
Seeing my old silver chains which once held me as a blind prisoner
I raise my middle finger to the world
To the political system rigged to make me fail
Laws and policies
Demons
Armies of Darkness
Beginners
Old feelings and even some friends and lovers in the hard times
So now I stand for me
A newly reborn Gods warrior
Surveying all I see
For I'm unstoppable today
No matter what the universe screams
Or dares to find the courage to say
(A lone voice sings)
I waited patiently for the Lord
And he, in compassion to me, heard my vocation
And put a new melody into my soul
In the form of endless blessings — even thanksgiving
For with God
Blessed-blessed is the man
That has set his intention, his desire in the Lord!
O, Lord! My God!
Extraordinary is your incredible story
My Saviour and glory
My new congregation
Allow all that seek thee be joyous for all to see
Let your love be their salvation
In all nation
The Lord be praised as they are raised
The Lord be praised
The Lord be praised as they are raised
The Lord be praised
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Back story.
Henry Box Brown was a 19th-century Virginia slave who escaped to freedom at the age of 33 by arranging to have himself mailed in a wooden crate in 1849.
To abolitionists in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
For a short time, Brown became a noted abolitionist speaker in the northeast United States.
He decided to escape after his family was sold without him knowing, to others, at auction.
Unfortunately, he never saw them again, perhaps only in dreams. Salute.
Press play and let the emotional music wash over you as you read.
Salute.
For all the ones lost to someone special, in these dark times, especially this year.
(A lone voice whispers)
Although you cannot see me
I'm still here Just now free In these new lands of no fears
Nothing scary has happened
I'm now just at peace
All my dreams I had about the Afterlife
have come true
So I'm just visiting from here Just to see you
I can see your beautiful eyes Which still sparkle and twinkle I can still see the real you Beneath all those tired old Wrinkles
For the power of true love
Compels us to see all
It's that simple
Just never forget me but Speak my name at Christmas
And every other day For you invite me to revisit And through old memories Play Just remember me
Or I'll forget to ever Call this way For you see
Some of my friends and old family Wait beyond this Great Divide And my time is taken with retelling old stories Hearing new ones and enjoying their Newfound glories So don't forget me
Not even for a day and I promise I'll always appear your way I appear in many diverse forms
A Robin A Feather A reflection Or voice It all depends on me
For it's my divine choice
But I'll always try to revisit To lift your broken heart that breaks And help you to rejoice To always try to stand beside you
For a brief moment or for eternity Above all of life’s noises To hold your soft tired hands As old memories are enjoyed So don't you dare forget me With times passing but invite me by name
And I'll call Through all harsh winds And the pouring rain Say my name and I'll appear To see the one I still cherish and hold dear Just don't forget me with the passing of time
Just remember me as you hear this rhyme
And I'll revisit Until your bell too Begins to chime And we are together again In heavens Eternal sunshine Until then I'll just keep visiting And calling by To remember all those wonderful moments