The Confessions of Jacob in Death

The Confessions of Jacob in Death

(A lone voice whispers)

To the ones who might have needed a bright light

To help push back the encroaching darkness

To the ones who might have needed a friend

To stand by their side

In the great stillness as they tried to contend with a tragic illness

And strove to build new bridges

To reach unique plateaus where they could mend

To the beautiful ones

I'll probably never see or hear from again

Old friendships

Lovers and all those bound by something so sacred between us

That was previously so metaphysical that it always appeared so endless

Just know this

You were never truly alone

For in all my early morning dreams and late-night prayers

We still walked hand in hand through all weathers

For all those separated year's together

For you're still to me so damn precious

And when God asked me

In this great magnificent silence

I now live within

Now I'm free from the dark reaches of siIn this swirling grey smoke and as I stood before him for my final confession

I just said, Lord, I hope they who cannot be named will forgive me

For in that old life

I was sometimes so reckless

And the Lord said, I forgive you, Jacob

For you were at one time just human filled with so much moving confusion

And now in here as you and I look at all your past moments in life

As they are reviewed in a new form of holy communion

You'll eventually realise it's why you sometimes had to walk through your own fire

So your soul could learn

As all those human weaknesses linked to living with temptation and sin burns

It is the same with all souls

And it's why I decreed that you be born

So you can all see the true beauty of love and feel the tragedy of heartbreak before you return

A more pure soul ready to find them once more sometime in the future

In my Silver City of no end

And again be a new lover or friend

But this time around

Purged of all confusion weaknesses and heartbreak

So love can help you all find a common ground to stand upon

For that incredible spark, you all once shared

Will into eternity always live on

Copyright John Duffy

The echoes of a voice who sometimes visits.

Salute.

The Redeemed

(A lone voice whispers)

Once I stood in front of life's very mirrors, lit inside with such fire.

Walked like a true dreamer, unaffected by desire.

Whose sacred voice was protected by angelic lyres.

But I fell.

Only to be denounced by the King of all liars.

Then Corinthians 12:9 arrived.

Slipped like a secret note under my door.

It just read, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”

And in that stillness, even though denouncement remained amongst all that pain.

I heard a voice whisper, “Be brave; your game is not over yet. For in you I'll forever dwell.

And that thought, never forget, so I can save you from being tempted by Hell.

So today, rise and stand up strong.

Dare to make mistakes and accept your wrong, but in doing so. Try to sing my song.

That you have all my gifts to be remade complete, even while you sleep or grieve.

For all you have to do is in me believe.

And I swear I will never leave.

And this tale pass on. So others can sing my song.”

So listener in the mists. Read this aloud or with silent eyes. For by doing so. You summon incarnated Hope, which will never die.

Goodbye…

“Hosanna.

When thou need'st to be saved. Call for me from beyond the honoured grave.

Hosanna.

Hosanna.

Oh, my Lord.

Come to me and save.

Hosanna

Oh, my Lord.

Come to me and save.

Hosanna.”

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Need some inspiration?

 

Do you still love me

 

The ghost of Christmas Past

 

Blessed be

Velumbound

Do you like listening

to these

lost voices?

Here's another

Sometimes

I look for my twin candle

to see

if it still burns

My soulmate

and gateway

to new worlds

For now

I'm a ghost

of Christmas Past

A sin eater

from dog-eared days

that now

seems to always last

I walk

through schools of thoughts like Archimedes

Remembering

carefully

How things used to be

I still breathe in the sweet musk

Even in this swirling dust

Now I live on where angels fear to tread

Under this black sky

Where I wander and cry

Alone

Now

Why couldn't we make it

After all we've been through

The wars and sweet victories

I know now

I'm a shadow walker

But

if I could

I wouldn't take you for granted

No yellow gold would buy this old soul

Not anything

So if you hear this

Always know...

Even in here

I'll carry you

In this endless cold

To new places and higher kingdoms

For the now dead

Never get old

Blessed be

Velumbound...

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Loss

 

(A lone voice whispers)

There's a great sadness still in me

That reaches from here to the holy sea

Sometimes, I can feel it pushing hard against my hippocampus

Whenever I try to remember us

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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The Lone Disciple Speaks

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Are you

Like a lone bottle 

A rare Nebuchadnezzar 

Floating in the middle of the blue sea 

A lonely spirit who can think of no other greater devotion 

Then being the yellow sandy beach

To parts of a seemingly never-ending 

Undulating ocean 

Like a white feather blowing randomly in its four winds 

Filled with emotions 

Are you one of the Blessed who are also the Broken 

Who must endure 

The dark clouds

And waters of damnation 

In slow motion 

The kind who hides in long shadows of commotion 

Those deemed blind and impure by mankind 

But always secretly looking for a cure 

For

Blessed are those who cry out 

For a form of rescue

As life pulses and tests you 

Blessed are the ones who suffer from love withdrawals 

Linked to quarrels of joy and mirth

Here

Hidden 

Just somewhere

On Earth 

For I will make them Most High

Said The Lord 

Blessed are the stranded

Castaways filled with despair 

As they sit there

Crying in silence 

Thinking no one cares

Upstairs 

Blessed are those love torn who shake their fists in fury 

At the watching heavens

Angelic jury's 

Cursing them 

Slowly dying

Feeling cursed 

Before their spirit bursts

And they end up in a shiny black hearse 

You are not alone

For I'm empty in spirit too 

Broken

And I see you 

For

We are kin 

Two strangers

Walking hand in hand 

As these deep occult waters run

Over everything 

Corrupting all they touch

With their insidious sin 

So if you don't know where you belong 

Can't navigate alone 

No place to lay your head

And no heart to call your home 

Take my words and then call my name 

So we can dance together in the pouring rain 

So you're not on your own 

And together

Entwined 

We'll purge our pain 

    

For we are blessed 

Two of

The Lords best 

True survivors

Enduring life 

And all its emotions 

For sometimes in life

Circumstance and fate

Might have built 

High walls to climb 

To reach your souls

Nickels or dimes 

And there's no guilt

To confess

In women or man 

If you feel stranded or split 

Between love and hate 

For The Lord so loved the broken 

And so I have spoken 

Just you wait

One day he'll open up the crimson gates 

Just keep praying

For hope always appears 

When everything seems dark and too late 

For there are some things that sometimes need to be broken 

Such as stubbornness

Pride

And many other sinful habits 

For when we feel lost in our total brokenness

God can build us back 

up 

For

The Lord is close to the broken-hearted and saves those

Who are crushed in spirit

(Psalm 34:18)

So if you live in a painful place, but are also contrite with him

There is still hope

Which will miraculously appear to help you cope 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

One for the slow dance lovers

 

The King of all Darkness