PENTECOST SUNDAY

 

Pentecost Sunday is

The Feast of Weeks

White Sunday

Is the fiftieth day

And Marks the end

Of Eastertide

Celebrating the descent

Of the Holy Spirit

Upon the Apostles

And all followers

Of Jesus Christ

ASCENSION DAY

 

Ascension Day

Is the fortieth day

Of Eastertide

And celebrates

With great solemnity

The Ascension of the Lord

 

LET GOD IN

 

Let God within your heart

Fill the void of darkness

Fill it with love and joy

Let his love envelope your being

Let him bring light

Where darkness once dwelt

Let him bring love

Where hate once ruled

Let him bring happiness

Where sadness held dominion

THE GENTLE ANGEL

 

At his bedside

The gentle Angel stood

Watching as a man slept,

Listening to his quiet

Shallow breath

The Angel reached out a hand

And spoke softly

“Come with me now,

It’s time to see the lord”

So sleeping no more

He left his empty body

And took the offered hand

The Angel smiled

And they began to ascend

To a better place and time.

They travelled vertically

Though not through a tunnel,

As he was expecting,

It was more like a chimney.

They climbed toward a light,

Which was as expected,

And the light became ever brighter

Until its brilliance

Became almost blinding

All at once, they emerged,

Into the land of light and love

The gentle Angel smiled

Before evaporating into the light

And the man was surrounded

By those who had passed before

Familiar faces greeted him

Loved ones from years past

And they introduced him

To the delights of paradise,

Where milk and honey flowed.

Scenes of unimagined beauty,

Sweet perfumed air, heavenly music

And Choirs of angels singing

But what overpowered his senses

Seeping through every pore

Overwhelming him and filling his heart

Was a pure everlasting love

IF NOT THE LORD

 

If not the Lord, then who?

If not salvation, then what?

Raiki, Yoga or Feng Shui?

Worshiping the elements

Or the sun and the moon?

Life without Gods guidance

Leads to a return to chaos

The savagery of Pagan times

Before the Fisher of Men

Cast his net

 

If not our Lord, then who?

What idol?

What fad or fashion?

What new Gods

Will replace Him?

Plastic surgeons

Pandering to vanity,

Or De-toxing clinics

Health spas

And colonic irrigation

Or wannabee’s

Worshiping celebrity

At the altar of fame?

 

If not the Christ

Then what?

Life without faith

Is not a loss of belief

For even without faith

They don’t stop believing

Because they have a need

A desperate need

To believe in something

So they believe

In everything

And anything

Except the risen Christ

I AM IN

 

I am in the soothing warmth

Of a gentle spring day

I am in the sunlight

Glinting on the morning dew

I am in the summer breeze

Stirring a field of ripened corn

I am in the aromatic air

Of a sultry summer night

I am in the autumn wind

Stripping bare the trees

I am the howling tempest

In the teeth of a gale

I am in the bitter sting

Of icy rain and sleet

I am in the silence

Of the softly falling snow

I am the eerie quiet

In the concealing mists

I am the storm and tempest

I am the peace and quiet

I am the green man

I am the green goddess

I am the mother