. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Wednesday, June 24, 2026

The Crimson Priestess

 



The Crimson Priestess


(A lone voice whispers)


Within my dark lucid dreams

She always appears


Sending me deep spiritual treasures

To see and absorb by my Golden Scrying Mirrors


In the silvery moonlights many reflective walls

Which are in plain view


But just hidden from all the profane

No matter what they do


My Crimson Priestess

Hailing from the mythical Red Church


A legendary palace filled with a multitude of dark confessional rooms

Hidden from mortal eyes


Only accessed by a select few


Either above or below

And only known to them who are truly in the know


Come listen and hear my sweet calls

And join me upon your life’s quest


She always whispers when I dream


There's a red room in here

With crimson silk sheets adorned with diamonds and gold


Where you can be my guest forever

Until you're old and when we finally lay together


If you're courageous enough

You'll never get cold


I'll send you ancient spells to drive your mortal success

Compassion and kindness


To leave for others

To follow in your footsteps


I await in the deep ravines

Currently unexplored by you


Look deep within yourself tonight

And with the thinning of the purple veil


Between your world and mine

Just after the stroke of midnight


I'll appear before your eyes and reclaim your mind

I'll take you back


Through all the dark corridors of the hidden cities and towns

To a Red Church of such spiritual salvation


And there I will trace with my soft fingertips

Along your spines road maps


The route to a new sensuous discovery

And introduce you into exotic tempestuous realms


Of such redemption

That you will plead to stay and never return


But it's here in this very room

I see and whisper to you from


That tonight your ticket to a glorious new world

You'll earn


Now summon me and just say three times


Blessed Be

Blessed Be

Blessed Be


Copyright John Duffy


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.

Resurrection