“Broken Blessings”

Hearts break,

without restraint.

Before they know

what has occurred,

over-active cortisol

runs riot,

through the Body,

to spread out

the word.

Stress,

has popped

its ugly head,

around the door

and doesn’t want

to leave,

until you feel

depressed.

Until,

your Soul

cries out

for help,

which does not,

quickly, come,

from rationality…

The warning resounds.

Emotions,

race around,

like

playground tearaways

and Peace,

is not apparent.

You can’t fight.

You cannot flee.

The only ship,

transporting

Joy and Love and Light,

has run aground.

Contentment,

is nowhere in sight.

The horizon, seems bleak.

Yet, 

the, waning, Heart,

still speaks.

Whether, it be

in a whisper,

its faint beat,

yet, resonates.

Somehow, surviving,

if not,

quite, thriving..

no matter what

it takes.

But,

this might

just be

the end

of every mystery,

of hurt.

Maybe pain,

can be a platform.

The start of a

Spiritual growth-spurt.

Maybe,

you have not

been broken into..

rather,

out,

of a tightened shell,

which had need,

to yield,

to Grace,

submit, to Generosity…

Which, had no choice,

but, to give in..

making those 

walls of prison, 

swell…

…’Til it was they,

that came away…

…and fell apart.

So that,

the pieces were,

in actual fact,

the battered barriers,

to Loving,

deeper,

braver,

bolder…

And the reason?

That you’ve entered

a New Season,

with an,

even stronger,

Heart.

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“More Than This”

More, than this.

More, than a flower,

conveying,

you’re missed.

More, than a kiss.

The, momentary, bliss,

that it brings…

…that makes butterflies,

flutter wings.

More,

than the sprinkles,

the sparkles,

the wrinkles,

that tickle

your nose,

as you smile.

Although,

it makes

all of the effort,

more than,

worthwhile.

More,

than “dine-in“,

as reminders,

of times

when,

the clearest of soup,

glazed your, glistening, chin.

When,

suited-and-booted,

all,

whistled-and-fluted,

and gowned-up,

you,

glammed-up

and

dined-out,

in style.

More,

than this..

Walking a mile,

in your heels,

or, your loafers,

or, ballet flats…

Or, dancing,

upon, high-rise, clouds

of sweet scent,

and spicy cologne..

…talking,

in pheromones.

More,

than that..

When,

at the evening’s end,

you’re home

and,

you’re lingering,

longingly,

hovering,

over the phone,

awaiting the message,

to lull you,

to, peacefully, sleep,

in a soft,

soothing tone…

Never, dialled-in.

Full, to the brim,

with, authentic meaning,

so,

you’re not

alone..

Yet, more,

than this..

It is..

What you think.

What you do.

What you say.

It is,

more,

than a square,

on a rectangle

calendar….

…And,

all of this,

do you show

and you prove,

all the more,

everyday,

after, day,

after,

day.

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“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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“Revelation”

Not, until

it was destroyed,

did I know,

it was healed.

The hurt,

had

skipped town.

The power, from pain,

revealed.

Not, until

I was laughing,

beside and inside

of my Being,

did I feel the Joy.

Until,

I was a child again,

hunting for Christmas,

to come,

did I recognise,

darkness,

was, fully, dismissed.

Only,

as I cut

a year away

from my tresses,

was awe,

unlocked,

and wonder

free to roam,

without stresses.

Only, then,

was I happy.

I was Home.

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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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“Waves”

It comes,

in waves.

Knowing when,

and,

showing how,

to be brave.

Something,

crashing over,

undulating,

my interior,

gives me courage,

to rise up,

against the feeling,

of inferior.

Tears, crash,

within the wake,

of being woken up,

to Life,

renewed.

Few

and far, between,

are torrid tides,

torrential

flash-floods,

of raining, purple moods.

It comes,

in barrel-form.

I surf,

and breathe.

Hang on, for ten,

then, exhale,

with, sheer, eloquence,

the saline air.

I am Unquenchable.

The surface

of my Heart,

laid bare.

It comes,

consistently,

the Unafraid I.D.,

granted, unto me.

Endorsed,

by prayer,

coursing through

gateways,

of, insistent, mouths,

from across the rolling sea,

inhabiting, the hills..

they call,

from west, to south,

those things,

that be not,

yet, here,

as though, they were…

… and they arrive,

in waves,

to meet and greet

a, waiting, shore..

Better, than I imagined..

..better, than real…

..better, than ever..

And, immediately,

all is calm.

The trooping storms,

have ebbed away.

They are,

no more.

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“Smile”

Tonight,

I looked up to Heaven

and saw

the Universe,

in your smile.

I heard the planets,

in your voice

and,

felt drawn,

to listen,

for a while,

to the macrocosm

of Wisdom,

which fell

from your mouth,

with, extragalactic, Grace.

Mirrored,

by the luminosity,

gently, whispered,

across

your, glorious, face.

An entirety,

of genius,

expressed,

in, fewest, words..

In, simplest, terms,

complexities,

came pouring down,

to Earth.

Inspired,

by His Deity.

not, one, meaning,

was deferred.

Not, one significance,

referred,

nor, delegated.

Every lesson, heard.

Impossibles,

articulated.

Not, judged as,

out of reach,

or, absurd.

With my eyes,

directed, skyward,

they grew misty,

became, blurred.

For,

this moment,

so, well-rested,

on the chaise-longue,

of my Soul,

caused,

my, Spirit-centred, Freedom.

The Celestial,

had hold,

of all I am,

and,

all I’d hoped,

to be.

With one, brief, look,

all of you,

met,

all of me

and,

your Eternal smile,

uncovered,

ageless,

endless, Mystery.

This, shortened, glimpse,

into the Timeless,

meant,

your Love,

changed

how I see.

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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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“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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