“Faith Your Fears”

Look out,

through,

every, portal.

Stare, directly,

with,

“no-nonsense” vigour,

as your banner…

and,

a, searchlight-twinkle,

in your eye.

See it, all.

Call it,

“Yours”.

Articulate,

each article,

which tried

to

compress you.

Yearned,

to depress,

and,

keep you down.

Pick up,

the weight of

your Celestial Crown.

Bear down,

triumphantly,

upon your

sorrow.

Write, your Joy!

Leap,

into its

resplendence!

The Word,

is out,

that

your yesterday’s tomorrow,

means,

today,

your exuberance,

not burrowed,

in,

uneasy, hibernation,

puts to bed,

the weeping.

Your Belief,

is painted,

in sighs

of relief,

to Faith your fears..

So,

release and revel,

in the goals

that you’ve been keeping.

Live Life,

through

every window,

of your

invincible Spirit,

Heart,

Body

and Soul.

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“Idol”

No-one,

is your idol.

No thing.

No Body.

No-one,

has the power,

to delay, or distract you.

Nor,

does their presence,

do you,

any favours.

You came here,

dressed in

antique-gold Blessings.

Dripping,

with riches of Giftings,

to savour,

which, only you,

can reveal.

No-one,

can steal it,

from you.

It is yours,

this Mantle,

to heal,

through who you are.

What you do,

is, quite, miraculous.

You are a cadenza,

of condensed stars.

Light, exudes.

You, truly, came,

to be

the precious glue,

that binds,

unbroken ties,

in, Clarity.

To clarify,

with, Heartfelt, Authenticity,

the malcontent,

of, those, despicable.

They will despise,

but you came, not,

to idolise the fear.

Pre-Ordained

and

Destined,

are the reasons,

you are here.

Whilst they fantasise,

you epitomise the Glory,

which is your Origination.

From station,

to station,

you visit,

Nation,

after Nation

and,

summise the very best,

of Creation.

Serve,

the Feast of Fellowship,

in a famine,

made of glamourising scandal.

Vandalising, sure, Serenity.

But,

keep moving through.

No-one, holds a candle, to you.

One, in Unity,

vibrates and rings, true…

with the enduring message,

you spread, liberally…

It is never, too late,

to live in

Perfect Peace

and

Heavenly Harmony.

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“Calling All Hearts”

Calling, all Hearts.

Do not fear,

that you have been

set apart.

Your Time,

is here,

to rewrite the draft.

Make it permanent.

Your Soul-Conviction,

to manifest,

that, for which

you were,

Heaven-Sent.

Do not relent.

Represent,

when time is spent,

by many,

to interrogate you,

loudly,

through silent,

preying, eyes,

which wander,

to and fro,

‘midst the

field of gold,

that is,

your Soul.

Never ponder,

in surprise,

when the Prophetic

meets your slumber,

revealing,

hurt, to come,

be, not, as some.

Number, not,

the wounds of

“last in, first out”, mentality.

Hear me.

That, is not the worst.

As, it is written,

that, the last,

shall be the first.

So,

spending precious energy,

will be,

at their expense.

Negativity, begets

no other recompense,

than that.

You see.

They don’t know,

how to try…

… And, here,

is where, and, why,

the work begins.

When yours, will be

the Heart,

that’s Called,

to, simply,

Love..

in Spirit,

Purity

and Truth…

..declare,

with joyous composure,

this response.

For,

it is the answer,

that, always,

wins.

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“Artscape”

Shroud of Turin,

for the Age of Millenia..

Clouds,

of golden thought..

worth, more, than silver.

A stroke of Grace,

surrounding,

strokes of genius.

In service,

of the Divine…

…sent,

to unite us.

A unique dynamic,

is this.

A Soul, within Spirit.

A Son of Creativity.

A Kind Heart,

encased,

in Love and Generosity.

Rivalled, by none.

Her Force of Life,

beats,

through the field

of him.

Innovating, Eternally, together.

Separation,

permanently, undone.

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“Love Is Not On Lockdown”

Late night.

The cranberry glass,

is red and full.

Singing, Marley,

in an empty room,

satisfies my Soul

and guides me,

away from gloom,

into, wholehearted, recognition.

I take nothing for granted.

The World,

it may be screaming,

writhing,

in silent agony,

expressed,

though twisted tree-trunks,

and honey bees,

that can, barely, hover

over flowers,

on the verge of defeat…

… manifested, through

a kingdom of animals,

skipping

generations of growth..

But,

I, still, endeavour,

to sip,

slowly,

from the goblet of reality.

Once, is enough,

for clarity.

Moderation,

seals the edges.

I return, to stolen moments.

To the town,

which holds me dearly.

I take nought, for granted.

I like it, like that…

…And,

I know,

I’m falling,

falling,

into the arms of

a mandate of Love,

that yearns,

to reach the root

of every frown..

…that teaches, new speech,

to recompense, at length,

the sorrow,

placed, on lay-away…

For,

today,

has caused a reaction,

a determination,

to turn life around,

for others…

Be the reassurance,

that,

Everlasting Love,

is not

on lockdown.

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“Nothing To Lose”

 

There is nothing to lose,

in crying

scotch-bonnet tears.

Releasing decades,

plus years,

of, long-held, fears..

Nothing to lose,

by shaking it off

and away…

…every ounce of anger,

that ruined your day..

and stamped on your Life,

embossing its impact,

in acrid strife.

Nothing to lose,

in pouring 

the inventory

of your heart,

into a compartment,

marked, “Done”.

Nothing to run from.

Nothing can stun you.

No more,

are you living,

restrained..

For,

there’s so much to gain,

from

shouting at thunderstorms,

dancing, in rain,

with smiles,

in the face of chagrin.

No,

there, really is, 

nothing to lose..

as,

to let go,

entirely, 

is an,

irrefutable,

win-win.

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“Blue Sky”

Wide-eyed,

like,

blue-sky thinking.

Walking on water,

without sinking.

Hand-in-hand,

with you.

Seeing the lights

of your Soul,

shine bright,

through the whites

of your eyes,

staring into the

bowl of the Sun,

without blinking.

The Cosmos, we are drinking.

Tasting the

milkshake-Milky Way,

through celestial straws.

Watching the trinkets

of stars applaud,

as, pausing,

upon the

lagoon of the Moon,

we contemplate

Cause and Effect.

Cotton-candy clouds,

the sandy beach,

of

desert island dreams,

that hover and collect

inside the stratosphere,

absorbing our

Heavenly steps.

Focused,

as constellations

of choices,

yet, unspoken,

float, about us.

Our

translucent Truth,

above,

beneath us,

reveals playful

openness…

…willingness,

to, just, believe..

…reaching through,

from an

imaginative youth.

Being at this altitude,

resolves to

make us smile.

The Earth,

is grounded.

Timelessness exists,

for Spiritual discovery…

Just as well,

it is Eternal,

for,

this astral journey

could take more,

than, just, a while!

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“The Blessing”

Thank you,

for not suppressing

the Blessing.

For confessing,

exactly

that which

Faith, Hope and Love mean,

through decompressing

your Soul.

For yielding control

to

the dreams,

on your Heart.

Thank you,

for, simply,

having the courage,

to start.

For sharing the secrets,

the how-to’s,

with others,

without spin.

Thank you,

for letting us in.

For fighting the impulse

to stay

in a comfort zone.

For going it,

alone,

with Grace and with Truth.

Thank you for owning it.

The Gifting,

in which you fit,

so perfectly.

Righteously giving,

of your special blend..

and defeating the urge,

to make a mere brand,

from the honour

of Living.

Thank you,

for leading the way.

For showing the passion

to keep digging in,

when many,

would choose not to stay.

Thank you,

for knowing the time

to move on,

when the growing,

from the present season,

is done

and committing,

to unknown horizons,

to help,

without need, for a reason.

Thank you,

for all that you are…

and,

for all, that you do…

The World,

would be less than,

if it were not present,

and filled,

with the Blessing

of you.

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“Your Day”

 This,

could be your day.

When,

you stop sighing.

Cease, wondering.

Desist,

from crying

your whole Soul out…

.. because you feel

you aren’t part of it,

or have it,

or get it..

…aren’t considered,

a “Big Deal“.

This could be your day

to reach out,

further,

than you’ve ever been.

To retrieve,

what you’ve believed in,

all along.

The day,

when the notes

and the lyrics to your song,

are, finally, complete..

…and,

your percussion line,

matches every,

heartfelt, heartbeat.

When your passion

harmonises with

desires,

fashioned,

by The Origin.

Your day,

when you just know,

you win…

… When you are, more than, comfy,

in your

very, own, skin.

This. Could. Be. The. Day

your dreams begin.

The ones,

held,

within

the realms of sleep.

The ones,

you thought

you’d have to keep inside…

They were

ambitious echoes

of your ideas,

unrequited.

Remember them?

Well,

this could be your day,

when,

what you thought

was lost,

is reunited.

This could be it!

Whyever, not?

And

why not, you?

Why shouldn’t Life,

deliver

on your Faith,

to reconsider that,

one day,

could be today…

… when, the clouds,

drift far away

and

everything becomes renewed…

The Moment,

of this,

Special Day,

when the Impossible

becomes,

absolutely True.

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“What It Is”

Once done,

it cannot be,

undone.

Neither, walked-back.

Nor,

its measure,

quantified,

by things, alone…

For,

it means more,

than that.

Its depth,

cannot be persuaded

to shallowness.

Its Light,

cajoled,

to opacity.

Nor,

its authenticity,

diluted,

by insincerity.

Its value,

not indicated,

by meritocracy.

This thing,

called Love,

is Unconditional.

It is,

what it is,

you see.

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