Virtues

Hope will always arise.

Burnt ashes scattered,

Dispersed,

Blown on the breeze.

 

Faith will always find a way.

Infiltrating, revealing,

Soothing,

Uplifting on wing.

 

Love will always remain.

Welcomed, embraced,

Believed,

Gifted and rejoiced in.

 

Impossible to reject

The virtues,

Encapsulating all

In you.

Renewal

Fevered brow needs cooling calm.

Cold compress cures the curse,

Gentleness and soothing unction, on

Malaise, helps to nurse.

 

Tranquil tunes in tender tempo,

Pianissimo,

Repose in peaceful pleasured points,

Slumber you may know.

 

A restful sleep of purest bliss,

All sound a healing balm,

Soft hands to ease, know surcease,

Negating all mind’s harm.

 

Mild ecstasy in blessedness,

Relief from all life’s woe,

Simply salved by solicitude,

Everyone must know

 

A humbler sort of paradise,

A sweeter song of praise,

That life renews and lives again

Each dawn of all new days.

Only One Result

So many ways to count the cost.

So many different types of loss.

 

So many hearts that know such pain.

So many afraid to love again.

 

So many tears that people cry.

So many ways to live or die.

 

So many hopes and dreams delayed.

So many debts to fate unpaid.

 

So much hope to find again.

So much love contained within.

 

So many better ways to live.

So many avenues to give.

 

So many cannot receive such gift.

So many refuse to be uplifted.

 

A grateful sort of loving flows

When love given,

Received,

Believes

And knows.

 

So many choices,

One result.

Love is all….

Love is all.

The Ghost Of Nothing

The ghost of nothing came to me,

Visited my soul,

Asked me questions I could not answer,

Responses trapped inside a hole

Of unknowing.

 

The ghost of nothing follows close

Chasing all its chances,

Searches me, my fantasies,

All my childish fancies

And hopes.

 

The ghost of nothing breathes my air,

Quenches all my fire,

Seeks to suck all sanctuary

In effort to conspire

Against will.

 

The ghost of nothing steals and flees,

Taking all away

Till emptiness and nothingness

Overtake and stay,

For a while.

 

The ghost of nothing once departed

Leaves a gaping wound

That starts to heal when nothing’s left.

Nothing left but the sound

Of silence.

 

The ghost of nothing hides away

And watches from way back,

Waiting till well fills once more

And plans renewed attack,

With force.

 

The ghost of nothing, once full known

Betrays its battle plans,

Self, protects from aching void

And takes a different stance

Of defiance and faith

And optimism.

 

Video reading The Ghost Of Nothing

T.M.I?

I was quite sad to read a certain post earlier today. It talked of worship and places of worship. It made me reflect again on what worship and spirituality mean to me.

Firstly, I see spirituality as an essential part of all people, in the same way that we have an emotional, mental and physical part to our make-up.

People seek spiritual enlightenment in different ways. Even those who dismiss any notion of God are still often aware of that sense of self that goes beyond the physical, emotional and mental.

How it is developed and nurtured is, to a great extent, dependent on parental and family influence as well as any more formal worship and experiences in life.

With or without church I would be a spiritual being as we all are, I believe.

In my own case, I was raised as a Roman Catholic and received all the sacraments that are believed to encourage spiritual growth. I attended Roman Catholic schools where the ethos and message throughout was on God’s saving grace and love and our responsibility to put the awareness of these into actions.

I did question my faith as a young adult and looked to Buddhism and Judaism as possible ‘alternatives’, seeing something in them that I felt perhaps our church lacked. I studied some of the teachings and read as much as I could until I came to a conclusion. The lack was in myself.

I realised that different cultures embraced different faiths but that, ultimately, we all worshipped the same God with very similar routes to enlightenment. I knew that I believed in God, that I wanted to know more and draw closer. I knew that I could do that through the faith in which I had been raised and where I already knew so much of the ‘route’.

I chose to remain in the faith in which I had been raised and to become more enriched by it.

Others are free to do the same and find where they are most comfortable or challenged. Where they feel at home.

I have belonged to the same parish for most of my life and there have been many changes of clergy over the years. I have not always ‘liked’ certain personalities although, for the most part, we have been very fortunate in having a spiritual leader at all times, with experiences of life as diverse as their personalities and natures. Some have struggled with their own demons and, in doing so, validated themselves as part of the human experience rather than as some alien being who knew nothing of life’s experiences.

Regardless of who has been the parish priest or how much I liked or disliked their personalities, I remained with my church because the church was and is more than the man at the front.

The church is us. We, as a congregation; we, as a community; we, as a nation; and we, as a world.

The Catholic church did indeed correct what they believed to be erroneous teachings. If memory serves, they reconsidered their view of the church as a hierarchy and used the analogy of concentric circles instead. The outer circle – the church – is everyone because it is the body. From the body, others are drawn to grow more closely to the centre. In all clergy we look for guidance and, unfortunately sometimes, we are let down. The sins of the person may reflect on the church but the church is humanity. And we are all guilty of sin. We share collective culpability.

The clergy are not special beings with omnipotent powers. They are people. They have flaws and yes, they fall. As do we all.

My reason for attending a place of worship is to firstly, honour God by dedicating some special time on a chosen day to receive and be in communion with Him. I strive for this every day and in daily life. The dedicated worship is because I need it. I need to draw close to the source in that significant way.

Others may not feel that need.

I do not think that they are not spiritual. Because we all are.

Some people seek certain types of worship and I would be happy if, at times, we could have some gospel music and more happy clapping. But I also love the solemn and the serene and the ritual.

I believe my faith was a seed that was nurtured by others and has grown in me. I hope it continues to grow.

Should all church buildings be wiped off of the face of the earth tomorrow, I would miss many things about gathering together in worship. But, perhaps we would gather at lakes or mountains or in deserts or in others’ homes.

I would still, however, be a spiritual being with the need to continue to nurture that part of me as much as the physical, mental and emotional.

I probably would not have written such a post had I not read the earlier one mentioned. But I did.

This is very much who I am and where I am coming from. I fail and I fall and I move on and I try and I seek and I desire with all that is in me to be that better me; the spirit housed in the body, the spirit that is linked with the spirit of all and the source.

And we all do it in different ways. I believe.

Forever

” Come, live with me and be my love, ” poetic he,

A plea born of sincerity.

Two hearts and souls combined

With mind.

Irresistible request,

Love blest.

And time will play with both,

Burning flame to moth.

‘ Till death us part, ‘ he quoth,

And so, the two betroth.

For life and eternity.

 

Illusions

Created confusion

All life an illusion

A jubilant jumble of joy,

Of fantasy, reality,

Hope and insanity.

A play fit for God to enjoy.

Heaving with heaviness,

Doom and oppressiveness,

Sadness and wailing throughout.

Or is life still a pleasure

If we can but measure

A seed of faith with each cupful of doubt?

Baptism

His eyes looked kindly on me

His tenderness sublime

His presence is my heaven

All this already mine.

I wish to rest amid this joy

And never here depart

But the earthly call will lead me on

And test my wounded heart.

For a while I will remember

All that I here hold dear

But life will overtake me

And fill my heart with fear.

My loving Father calls me

And sends me on my way

‘Work for humankind, my child

And then come home to stay.’

I long to hold his hand to mine

And ask simply to remain

But to stay without being tested

Just would not be the same.

The grace I feel within his sight

I cannot live without

I fear my absence from his face

Will fill my life with doubt.

At first the loss is just too great

I look for what is gone

In distant corners of a room

The pain of being born.

Time moves on and healing comes

In love that tends my needs

The knowledge goes and doubts creep in

Despite the hand that feeds.

I need God’s grace to run this race

I need His presence near.

I cannot face this life without

His voice within my ear.

The emptiness of life without

A God to call your own

Is filled with frantic moments

Faith has not been sown.

Baptise me as an infant

When my knowledge is still here

Plant a seed that I can cherish

When my heart is filled with fear.

I will doubt and I will wander

While I sojourn on this earth

But I will have a gift from God

To help me on my path.

And when I can return to Him

As, God I pray I will,

He will smile upon me

And with tenderness me fill.

The longing that I knew at birth

Will circle once around

Till home at last I am with Him

Home from testing ground.

Without His grace along the way

I fear I would have lost

The greatest love I’ve ever known

The hell of such a cost.

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