He stood in the cold crisp night
Beneath the moon and
the stars
And looked at the
majestic vista
Imagining such a
perfect night sky
Two thousand years
before
Monday, 6 September 2021
HE STOOD IN THE COLD CRISP NIGHT
BE AT PEACE WITH LIFE
Be at peace with life
Live in the light
For although they
Are out of sight
We are in safe hands
Both day and night
As they
walk among us
The Angels of the
light
HELL DOES NOT HAVE TO BE
Hell does not have to be
A fiery pit of
brimstone
Hell is merely
The absence of God
CANDLE OF HIS LIGHT
Candle of His light
Cast your goodness
In your steady glow
Across the sinful
world
And bath us in love
HOLY UNMERCENARIES
Holy unmercenaries
Is an epithet applying
to
Christian saints,
Who did not accept
Payment of any kind
For good deeds done
Which is I think the
very least
One should expect from
a saint
ONE OF THE TWELVE - MATTHEW THE APOSTLE
One of the twelve
Matthew the Apostle
Born in Galilee
Was a former publican
Turned tax collector
From Capernaum
Before answering the
call
Witness of the
ascension
Witness of the
resurrection
One of the four
Evangelists.
Who then spread the
Gospels
Far and wide
Was killed with a
spear
In the city of Nadabah
In Ethiopia
Feast Day 21st
September
Sunday, 5 September 2021
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
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