The afterlife station of poets in curfew time,
giving riches to ponder and to refrain.
Owls keep writing down all in posy found,
while stories of spirits rise from the ground.
Butterflies and Bees bussing the air,
pollinating imagination to the wisdom fare.
Glimmering images in still reply the whole,
where twilight enriches the soul in the soul.
Tempus nostra in spiritus Sanctus ignited,
imperishable wings of love united.
Golden words from the heart in depth,
to see inside the length of breath.
Amidst the lovers in deathless claim,
time in pulse of sensation tame.
The curled Moon wanders in occult position,
for the little rational disposition.
Church bells for the celestial train to arrive,
I got a ticket for the classic sphere to revive.
The purpose to create pure truth to see,
the attitude to make God a reality.
The hidden desires of the creator,
secrets of the ever divine mentor.
Testament of beauty every soul pursues,
evidence as prophecy by personal virtues.
Nature of individual inheritance becomes itself,
modesty in spirit beauty intimate self.
A living faith as matter in state of spirit,
kindled souls by word of merit.
To discover the error of self by right,
is the uncovering of the light.
The form of love regardless progressing,
culminates in love of formless blessing.
Situation in life are the mirrors transcendent,
bringing out the real and false intended.
Reflected in the richest tincture of the sky,
colors that change transcendent wings at play.
Knowing spheres and task assigned,
by laws in eternal aesthetic kind.
Guided by orb of wandering planets might
beneath the moon’s refined pale light.
To deserve a watchful spirits care,
brilliant beams of wisdom from the brightest fair.
With beating hearts by compassion wait,
miracles to come with the birth of fate.
spiritus sanctus
and frankincense
fill the air saturated
with women's tears
and unending sobbing
they think not
of their own
truths be told
that the taken
is hopefully
going heaveningly
bound if words
we're binding
and he
abiding
so let
the Romans
sleep and
wake
the Irish
the screams and
wailings are really
laughter and cheer
for the departing
after who's body
still in the room
toasting to no
tomb but tales
told telling of
this choosen one
the difference
between an
Irish wake and
an Irish wedding:
one less drunken
Irishman
footsteps
march,
voices
whisper
in unison:
nearer
nearer
louder
louder
quicker
beats
my heart,
look..
they are here
Inspired by Jenkins Sanctus YouTube clip
Sanctus!
Sanctus!
Sanctus!
Unison of voices in floral cathedral
Viola and pansies, a chorus of daisies
Amarrylis Chrisanthemum Agapanthus
Cascades of colour inviting a crescendo
Yellow petalled flowers of the sun
Bowed in prayerful contrition
To the Great and glorious One
Agape throats of ululating halleluia
Victoriously perched in garden Getsemane
Infected the song of creatures on high
Flying flowers of the sky
Glorificamus Tè
Benedictimus Tè
Adoramus Tè
Here come the butterflies
Flitting and darting and dashing and fun
Unhinged and erratic in zigzagging flight
Probing proboscis a coiled searching spring
Suffronic powder cover their knees and their wings
Urgent the nectar! The burrowing bees
Assembly of beauty -I become undone
Annointing my spirit- unfurling my sight
Then Margarita gave her father mind,
for she was very happy being home.
Hence three years placed in a covent confined
where she's had little use of brush and comb.
Removed from places she loved most to roam,
the fields and plains of fine San Luis Ore.
For loving Yankee, sealed in great round dome,
but home with father, spirit high did soar.
Was she wrong thinking happy home thoughts, priest,
when she should be now praying while on knees?
But really she now didn't care the least
for she had little mind the priest to please.
Took she all pleasure fine that mind could seize,
a gold cross o'er the alter gained her eyes.
The somber monotones of priest did ease,
and lady greatly marveled golden prize.
Benedicat vos onmipotens Deus, Pater,
et Filius, et Sprititus Sanctus. Amen.
Dominus vobiscum. Et cum Sprititu tuo.
Initium sancti Evangelii secundum Ioannem.
Gloria tibi, Domine.
The world of Christian music is amazing,
Compared to when I was a kid finding my music.
It has evolved into brilliant composing,
Words of hope, life, inspiration, and a new kick.
The songs are not all slow or bland,
I only listened when mom was driving.
But now I listen to many a Christian band.
The artists are young and the business is thriving.
I love to here songs that move my soul,
Newsboys, Jars of Clay, Mercy Me,
To name a few I have seen at a show.
Each of them making my inhibitions run free.
Casting Crowns, Sanctus Real, and Skillet,
All get me up and moving.
As the song is played I sing it and feel it,
Much more than during my childhood schooling.
Try it out see if you like it,
Air 1 is the station in my car.
You can also find it on the Internet,
Just type Air1.com in the address bar.
Hesitant to give Christian music a try,
I don’t blame you it once was very dry.
I still listen to some Skynard and songs of the west,
But as for me and my house Christian music is the best.
For "Soul Tunes" contest.