An epiphany, a miracle! I have seen the light,
while fluidly, fluently focused on the night.
I am one with the universe, at last I'm free!
I flow through it, as it flows through me.
And what emerged from this darkness, this blight,
was a perception, a reflection, an acceptance...
an acceptance of my blessed inner light.
I am weightless, suspended, with astral sight.
Oh spectacular, speckled night, forged by dying might,
the inner peace I sought my whole life, is no respite.
Compassion, walking hand in hand, with patience, tolerance,
entwined with sympathy, empathy, and what I know to be right.
Why did I only just find, these lost keys to my mind?
Now, look at what I have unlocked, it's gold, refined.
But why, oh why, did it wait till I was much clearer,
but oh so very much nearer, to the end of the line?
A four pillared greeting, a long winding road
A quiet, eerie presence; cold, soft whispers...friend or foe?
A cry from the mountains rides on the breeze
It's heard in the valley, it's heard in the trees
Fallen for God and fallen for Spain!
It's not spoken with pride, but with pain and disdain
It comes like a croak, ragged and dry
Like it's been all boxed up and has not seen the light
The cries sing aloud from the walls of the nave
Most of them dug up; their final resting place: a mass grave
A shrine to the fallen for country and kin
A monument to remember; never forget this buried sin
A four pillared farewell, a quiet drive home
A reassuring presence, a new friend, a renewed hope
I’m so tired of the rain
‘Cause every day seems the same.
All gloomy and gray, no rainbows today
Just more soggy cold terrain.
I can’t wait to see the sun.
Surely soon the day will come…
Blue skies overhead so quickly will spread
‘Til they’re seen by everyone.
Now, every life has its rain, I know
When lightning strikes and cold winds will blow
But every day the rain just falls down
I think I’m going to drown....
Now every life has its darkened times
When the sun won’t ever seem to shine.
It’s been so long since I’ve seen the light
It just doesn’t seem right.
I’m so tired of the rain
I really hate to complain
But it seems today’s just like yesterday
And all of these clouds just won’t away
And if I cannot go outside today,
I’m sure I will go insane...
Because I’m so tired of the rain.
It's amazing, they were right!
It all gets easier in the end
The pain of grief and loss subsides
And the sun can shine again
The moments are much happier
And it all just melts away
When not that very long ago
I couldn't make it through the day
The little things become so big
When your world is all askew,
Quiet, fleeting, the passing vivid
memories of you
It wasn't easy in fact, quite hard
Adjusting to all alone
If all It took was these 12 months
I'm glad that I've now grown
I can now move on, and dare I say
Be happy late at night
It's not so dark without you here
Ive finally seen the light
One last thing before I go
Im glad you held me high
Oh, don't believe what you just read
It was all a blatant lie.
.It's Good To Be Bible Right
It's good to be Bible right,
In these days and times,
With thought of doing God's will,
Afresh in our minds.
We will all need the Bible,
To examine our lives,
To see where we stand,
In doing this we are wise.
If it convicts us,
Then we need to get right,
If it helps and inspires us,
Then we have seen the light.
The light is in Jesus,
He is real, true and right,
He's the one we need,
To help us fight a good fight.
Vivian L. Shaw
Oh, ye teachers of the law
And the leaders of the world of darkness.
In that moment when the curtain was torn,
The earth trembled while the sun was darkened from noon to three.
Did it occur this self judgment
Brought forth unto thou.
How amazing the ones who had scriptures memorized into their corrupt teachings.
Would not recognize the Son of God.
For all scriptures lead to him, and God used the ignorance and worldly wise to fulfill the promised inheritance of the Holy Spirit, to be sent unto the humble and contrite heart seeking in pureness.
As an atonement unto a corrupt generation, to be purified into the likeness of Christ, a chosen generation called out from strongholds of Satan, a new creation birthed from the heavenly mother of Jerusalem, not of man but of God.
Its not that we loved God but God loved us.
Yet others who have killed, all God sent, even the only begotten Son , who have seen the light and reject, remain under the captivity of Satan. This Spirit to save is available at any moment at your location, for God wants you to become a dwelling place of the true Living God.
A regular day
We read, with amusement, that Facebook is set free
Mark, our erstwhile friend, has seen the light
Not spending money on fast-checkers, more kudos to him
Is he sincere
For now, this is of scant interest, the wind blows hard, rattles the window, and demands to be let inside.
Hollers, you were glad for the summer breeze
So, what is wrong now
How do explain, to the wind it is a matter of knowing when the climate for change is right?
The wind is not willing to give up, asks what about
X, a rude and opinionated site; well, you see
The world fears economic power can strike like Typhon and flood our land.
A French shrug to that thinks an opinion is free
For all words are like the wind blows today, but
Will be quiet comes next day
I've seen the good, and I've seen the bad. I've never been happier than when I'd been had.
My life took a twist and my life took a turn. My life knows what it is to lose what I had to hold.
I've seen the light and I've seen the dark. It was the brightness of you that lit the spark.
If you could forgive and you could forget I'm sure that a wedding we would set.
I'd never forsake you. I'd never leave. This heart is yours that I wear of my sleeve.
Our destiny sits within your hands. My heart is as full as the bottle fills the sands.
You'll never know how much I miss you. Until you forgive me loneliness will have to do.
I'm sure that in time you'll forget me the way the apple forgets the tree.
I end it with this you were one of a kind. Not a minute of the day are you not on my mind.
Ever have I seen the light
It guides me on my way
Like a torch on a moonless night
Like the dawn of coming day
Like the North Star shining bright
Like a lighthouse on the shore
Oh praise thee thy guiding light
That shines forever more
Born into a culture,
conditioned by belief,
we pray as we are told,
deepening delusion,
from birth till we grow old.
Born into a culture,
following ritual,
we trust the holy book
but if we pause to think,
we’ll see we were mistook.
Born into a culture,
we’re habituated
to feeling we are right
and all others are wrong
but have we seen the light?
Born into a culture,
we just follow the herd,
asking not who we are,
as that that transcends form,
our soul’s luminous star.
What vile thing is the one to administer
With a decrepit mind that's so sinister
A most diabolical plan constructed
Where the hearts and souls of men are abducted
Born from the depths where Imps and Demons dwell
And unleashing the fire from the pits of Hell
Thus scorching the world on every level
Where only the pure can resist the Devil
For oh so many it's already too late
All the liars and sinners have sealed their fate
A dark tyrant to rule for a thousand years
And flooding the Earth with an eon of tears
But those that's seen the light, salvation's at hand
To walk in the glory of the promised land
And those left behind without hearing or sight
Will suffer the silence of eternal night
Dedicated to my little brother, Pastor Matthew Dudley
we’ve seen the light
heart delighting
soul’s sight restored
S P A C E AND ME
In the seas of seas swirling in my mind
I find myself alone in an ocean of space
Nothing but void surrounds me
As far as my soul can see
Can our life’s breath be the soul of it all?
Existence, if we breathe we exist
Extinction if we don’t
Breathing is all there is, all else is just marking time
Here, there, everywhere
Nothing exists but my breath
Mine being the only one
Maybe the only one that matters
In this universe of nothing but dissolute and devoid space.
The dark between the emptiness of space
More scarier than Man’s madness
Dumber than men’s needs
More demanding than men’s desires
Expect more, infinitely more
The dark may be dark
But it has seen the light
Inside men’s breasts
His goodness always in constant fights with death
He struggles within himself
Fighting with his sacred brother, Evil
They brawl to the end … hopefully, someday
No one knows why but they continue the chaos ad infinitum
As I struggle with my devils in dark space
I swim toward the light in the deep dark
Not seeing demons but knowing they exist
I swim and I swim hoping that at last with hope
The light is there shining for me.
I've been dazed and confused
From the day I met you
Yeah I lost my mind
And I'd do it again
Either I've seen the light
Or I'm losing my mind
There's something about you
That's got me dazed and confused.
I wanna be alone
Alone with you
Does that make sense,I don't care
I want to steal you away
And lock you away in a treasure chest
Once we have seen the light of Self,
our life flows gently by itself,
for having been, seen and so known,
in time we come into our own,
with no agenda on our shelf.
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