WITHIN THE SILENT ECHO

 

Within the silent echo

Of the last rites

As the last words of life

Reluctantly give way

To the first words of death

God reaches out his hand

And you alluringly ascend

On comforting wings

ON MYSTICAL QUESTS

 

On mystical quests

The medieval knights

Sought the Holy Grail

They journeyed far

And widely searched

For a fine Golden cup

Bejewelled with gems

A challis fit for a King

Used at the last supper

By Christ himself

But these brave knights

Were doomed to fail

Christ did not live as a King

He was a Carpenter

And a poor carpenters cup

Would not have been

Crafted in Gold

And encrusted with Jewels

It would be a simple cup

Carved from wood

A humble vessel

For the son of God

CROSS OF THE LIVING GOD # 3

 

Cross of the living God

Shine light into the darkness

To every corner of the globe

Embellishing the starkness

 

Cross of the living God

Keep us safely in your light

Protect us every waking hour

And watch us through the night

JAMES THE GREATER

 

The legend of James

Apostle of the lord

And Christ’s appointed

Son of Thunder

Has it that

Upon his Martyrs death

In Jerusalem

St James body

Was taken by angels

And placed in a boat

Which sailed, unmanned

And rudderless

To the Spanish coast

Where it was enveloped

By a massive rock

ST JAMES THE MOOR SLAYER

 

On a battlefield in Galicia

Upon the cry of Santiago

The saint appeared

Upon a steed of brilliant white

St James the greater

Was then transformed

From a fisher of men

To Santiago Matamoros,

St. James the Moor slayer

ONE OF THE TWELVE - JAMES THE GREATER

 

One of the twelve

James the greater

Son of Zebedee

Son of Salome

Named by Christ

With his brother John

Sons of thunder

A simple fisherman

Turned to a fisher of men

By Jesus of Galilee

Witness of the ascension

Who spread the Gospels

Far and wide

Martyred in Jerusalem

By King Herod Agrippa I

 

Feast Day 25th July

I HEAR AN ANGEL SINGING

 

In the quiet of the night

When peaceful silence reigns

I hear an angel singing

And I wonder if it’s you

 

Amidst the chorus of the dawn

When birds are centre stage

I hear an angel singing

And I ponder if it’s you

 

When the wind is in the trees

Swirling in the breeze

I hear an angel singing

And I think it might be you

 

When the rain cascades

Down from the heavens

I hear an angel singing

And I’m sure it must be you

When the sun shines brightly

And its warmth is on my skin

I hear an angel singing

And I believe it may be you

 

At the setting of the sun

When another day is done

I hear an angel singing

And I know that it is you