Wednesday, 6 October 2021

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

THERE IS A SIGN OF HOPE

 

Everything is not 

Wrong in the world

There is a sign of hope

God is our inspiration

And our Guiding light

THE SOURCE OF SPECIAL LOVE

 

God has always been

The source of special love

A perfect loving faith

That fits me like a glove

VOICES IN PRAYER ARE NEVER SILENT

 

Voices in prayer are never silent

As we pray to our Lord on high

Our prayers to heaven ascended

And we lift our eyes to the sky

IN HYMNS AND PSALMS REJOICING

 

In hymns and psalms rejoicing

We praise our Lord on high

Our praise to heaven ascended

And we lift our voices to the sky

A HEART OF PERFECT LOVE

 

A heart of perfect love

Love being the leaven

To help you Ascend

To the highest Heaven

AIDAN OF LINDISFARNE

  Saint Aidan of Lindisfarne Was an Irish missionary monk Who was credited in the 6th Century Of converting the Anglo-Saxons To Chri...