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Within the shadows of darkened lanes and alleys,
There i dwell hidden from sight ,sounds and smell,
Humankind knows me not walk away as if they are shot,
My eyes see what goes on kicking a homeless man to death,
Name calling those who dare to live as they want to,
Just because differences seem to matter escape the mould,
To be weird and odd is a choice to be made and told,
Judgements follow like a phantom unseen but bold.
I witness them all selfrighteous and self entitled
As if money raises them up above the crowd to the clouds,
Thinking that their god in whom they follow and read about,
Blesses them with riches untold feeling saved they ignore,
All the teachings of Jesus told love your neighbour and enemies,
At the door unconditionaly love the poor and needy ,
But being in wealth and always looking for more makes them greedy.
Happy to serve the pound and dollar above the words of Jesus,
Do not add or take away else life will be forfeit to us,
Pray and light candles at the altar of deceit and hate ,
Forgive us today but tomorrow we kill and dissipate.
Pray to be seen as holy upright and great,
Wear designer clothes eat food from golden plate,
Strut in the street travel in a fancy car shows success,
Look at me they shout gods blessed me but made you humble.
Meek but not weak folks will inherit the earth and life,
But contradictions abound by the score,
Questions discouraged to perpetuate more,
Encourage the deceit and discourage strife,
Within the sanitised club by name of church,
As those who attend siting in polished pews,
Smile and nod with approval at the words,
Saccharin sweet for the gathered parishoners,
Not truly believing the pastors sermon scourge.
From the shadows i watch and record all
Trying hard to save them from the fall,
From grace and eternal fire,
Raising anger and inflated ire,
Retreating deeper in to dark embrace,
Hiding knowlege and my face.
Andrew Mcintyre. 25/03/2024. (c).
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Meditation on the 2nd Joyful Mystery:
The Visitation
Blessed Virgin Mary came to Elizabeth, her cousin
(A blessing from the Virgin)
Both women were pregnant at that time
(What a moment sublime)
This is the 2nd Joyful Mystery – The Visitation
When Mary gave Elizabeth her greeting
(The child in her womb was leaping)
Happy, indeed, were their children
(Filled with the Spirit were both women)
The fruit of this mystery – Love of Neighbor
Oh God who had blessed those women
(Those women who were His chosen)
The God who blesses His Chosen Ones
(His blessed daughters & sons)
As “The Visitation” had shown “Love of Neighbor”
Lord God, like in “The Visitation”, we want to love our neighbor
(Teach us that way through our Savior)
Like Mary who is blessed among all women
(We want to be Thy blessed children)
Praise God! We realized “Love of Neighbor” through the 2nd Joyful Mystery.
-04/02/2019
*Meditations on the Mysteries of the Holy Rosary
"The snow did not even whisper its way to earth, but seemed to salt the night with silence" - Dean Koontz.
Still as the winter’s night, mourning
When will we heed His soft warning?
Snow dreams, believes, sometimes a sign,
This is the still who makes souls shine.
Gentle flakes, silently falling,
At times, winter’s breath comes calling,
Warming hearts and souls, so divine,
This is the still who makes souls shine.
Whispering to the spirit, winds
Risking moments as night rescinds
Wind rebels, and stutters a whine,
This is the still who makes souls shine.
Snow blesses those who love winter,
Wonder afore life’s midwinter,
Song of love, falling on the pine,
This is the still who makes souls shine.
An eyes abated with tears
More than what the heart
can bears
A soul dashed in the
darkest shadow
Leaving no hope of a better
tomorrow
Pains of a broken heart
Happiness and human
have been set apart
A world full of terrors and
fear
That's all what the soul can
hear
Traces of a forgotten smile
a smile that didn't get to
last for a while
a battlefield full of shaded
blood
and the land polluted with
innocent blood
Storms of trouble and
tribulations
Pains of tarnished
reputations
Tears of shattered dreams
History of awful beams
Love now dines with hate
Destiny now left in the
hands of fate
Cries of heartbreaks and
betrayer
Tears of afflicted pain by
adulterers
Empty street full of closed
doors
Food that's never sufficient
for the poor
World full of famished
creatures
That blesses one with pains
and tortures
People that will make you
go through hell
Even when you mean to do
well
Tears of disappointment
and frustration
Traces of lost affection
That's all what you will find
in a world without GOD in it
Even when there are so
many pleasures inside it
Your misery can never be
forgotten
and your pain can never be
hidden
Emptiness of a broken
heart is what you will feel
and the aching of a
bleeding kneel
The only option is to hold-
out to GOD's helpful hand
For you to have a rest
assured mind
Cos he alone can heal your
broken heart
and give your soul a chance
of a rebirth
Like a dream, He calls to me
Breathing His promises into my soul
Lighting the way toward hope
With a brilliant love that inspires
Hearts to believe, with praise
For the One who brings grace and peace
Like a smile, He pours love over me
Coloring my thoughts in hues of relief
Reminders that He is always there for me
Silencing the worry and doubt, the fear
With His beautiful light, His tenderness
That abiding affection, His wonder
Like a prayer, He remembers me
Gentling my heart with His kindness
He reflects my whole soul with His joy
As it shines down on me, brighter
Than sun, moon or stars – It is sharper
More alive than the twinkle in my eyes
Like a mystery, He assures me
There is no one more true than He
The lover of my soul, the One who knows
Me better than I know myself
He is the answer to my every prayer
He is better than my heart’s best
Like a feeling, He washes over my soul
Lingering on my mind with insight
Into the feelings, the will, the wishes
His wind, breathless and warm, rains on me
The one who knows that this Love, this Son
Is far greater than anyone I’ve ever known
He is life, hope, kindness – light
He is the reason I can grow and find
A way to love without conditions
With a love that only He gives and blesses!
Spirit of the great white eagle.
A beautiful, majestic bird, so regal.
She is gifted with love to behold.
She spreads her wings, lined with gold.
She soars into the morning sky,
Beckoning for the sun to rise.
As life awakens, she calls for Gaia.
She brings forth a vibrant white aura.
All Life welcomes her loving songs.
As the roots of the earth grow strong.
Wildlife is grateful for the beautiful new day.
Gentle wind rustles the trees, as they sway.
Twilight entices life’s well-deserved rest.
As the Eagle flies to the Black Canyon to her nest.
She tucks her head in her wing; feeling content.
The universe blesses her with loving intent.
Mary Six Pack Pistols staggers through time portals drunk
Pretending to be a priest but she is not a mister or a sister
To the old west saloon through double doors she glides
Drunker than a nun on steroids swinging rosaries from her side
Into a smoke filled room in rusty spurs and fake mustache
Presenting herself as a monsignor from another time and place
Cowboy boots caked in mud with love she blesses them
Introducing her two guns from underneath a long black dress
It is a curtain, a robe, a nun inside a habit for blasting baddies
There must be a shower outside which indicates a storm
The spittoon in the corner of the room needs emptying
She feels the weight of outlaws in her midst
From here to there the crowd looks innocent
But Padre knows better so shoots them all to death
To kingdom come and back again through the chest
Through time corridors we suspect they must be dust
Mary Six Pack says a prayer and drinks some holy water
From a whiskey bottle in another time dimension soaking wet
Then returns from there to here less sober and less blessed
Charged with a misdemeanor for impersonating a monsignor
Inspired by Anne Graham Lotz’ bible study – Jesus In Me:
First on her list of sins, Ingratitude: List all the favors God has bestowed before and after salvation. Which ones have you forgotten to thank Him for?
Even before I knew him on a personal level
He blessed me with answers to prayers
That I probably failed to pray
He blessed me with health and happiness
Inspiration and promise of tomorrow
Where I would know His grace and mercy
Bestowed on me through love, hope and belief
After I was saved, I discovered so many things
That I’d always taken for granted…
Little things, big things and those in between things
Like prayer, salvation and inclusion in His book of life
A bible where I’d find all the answers
To questions that followed me in all of my strife
He blessed me with a loving family, tender smiles
A caress to my naked thoughts with reflections
Of joy felt and expressed even during sorrow
He blessed me with a deep assurance within
Reminding me that I have all I will ever need
Because I have His love, His kindness, His grace
The inspiration that falls across His face
When I give Him my heart with a gentle embrace
He blessed me with reminders of how I am loved
Through passion and promises, prayers from a heart
Who believes and dreams, feels thankful to know Him
The One who gives me peace beyond all comprehension
Hope that lasts and sends my soul sweet whispers
Of serenity, faith, fulfillment and silent praise
For the One who lifts me up and carries me past
All the worst days that might come my way
He blesses me more than I can say, in so many ways
With inspirations that will amaze and a creation
That reminds me to pray for a heart that is grateful
For all the ways He has sought me, taught me
And brought me out of the pain of my empty past
He blesses me with a hope for a heavenly home
Where all that I have ever imagined
Will be a part of my soul, lifting up the One I know
As God’s one and only Son, Jesus – who is my whole world
A man had two horses, each a fine stallion, both buddies and good friends. It so happened, one of them lost eyesight in an accident. For the safety of the blind horse, the owner fixed some copper bells on the neck of the other horse. The blind horse would then follow the one with good eyesight, who would keep a kindly eye on the blind one. The blind one would keep its ears hooked on to the other. A rare friendship of the two horses, that of the eyes and ears. By evening they would return home safe after daylong grazing. One followed the sound, the other sight, both looking after the other.
Does not Existence look after us in the same way? Its immense compassion helps sustain humanity…. with no mean help from some sense of brotherhood among us, of course.
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The thinking head shoring up kindly heart,
The rich on their part parting wealth in part,
On mutual help moves on Existence cart.
Behind the frightened and never so few,
Weapons of brave shine with buttressing hue,
And Existence blesses from unknown blue.
Behind heavenly hearts gears up the grave,
Two sides of coin as if each to each crave,
Existence’s onward journey to pave!
For lifelong one looks after the other,
Life’s scorching sun together to weather,
Mother to offspring, brother to brother!
To the way-lost in this life’s long journey,
Holding hands in care, to accompany,
Share whatso meagre food with the hungry.
Life’s a journey together in a boat,
In deep river, or dour sea set afloat,
And Existence renders a warm fur coat.
It lets an anchor, a needle to north,
Lets mankind to reach to its highest worth,
And so-how Existence moves on and forth.
Or else, what good is one’s kissing the crest?
Man moves forward, mighty heave to highest,
Humanity whilst falls more than modest.
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Introspection |04.01.2022|
That September morning New York City
was shimmering under a new sun,
but soon that bustilng energy,
sparkling in everyone's eyes, stopped to shine!
Airplanes slammed into the North and South Towers,
horrible screams pierced the smokey air;
sirens wailing: the airborne enemy had stricken twice...
to afflict death upon the innocent and frail!
Whenever we look back, we don't see that empty space:
the earth still violently shakes,
and the sky swiftly turns dark and fierce...
as they reach out to those helping hands of grace!
Those who survived are immensely grateful
to those brave ones who gave up their lives and call;
those who died will be greatly rewarded by a just God,
who blesses the good and cursed the wicked!
Let's all remember what happened on that tragic day;
and if we still shed tears and sorrow persists today,
let's be glad that they paved the way for us...
to make us aware of other imminent dangers!