The melody of love sways in the evening breeze even the barking dogs move to its beat. Tranquility nestled in paradise only found in sweet St. Mary
Passion and pleasure found a home inside of me .
My soul is on fire
Sweet St Mary
I long to be in the comfort of his arms
I want to come home
I love you the king of my soul
My body feels pleasure when the darkness creeps on land
Sweet Sweet St Mary
I want to come home
Jerk pork , breadfruit and a cold red stripe and his hand in mine
A wetness between my legs ...I quiver by his touch
When passion meet love it's all a fair game
Sweet sweet St Mary I miss you tonight .
I can see myself looking through the mirrored glass
I can feel the pain with every breath
Somebody says, your life is down the street
I turn around and I see
Everything makes sense
Now it connects with our spirit
I can feel God's hand
touching mine
Through times, I have my highs and I get my share of lows
I wonder if I'll ever make it
Wishing I could follow in the saint's footsteps
St. Jude, I pray to you
You are the forgotten one
And I had to say all my goodbye's
So I know you understand
St. Anthony, you are the finder of lost things
Help me find the good in everyone
Help me find God
St. Anthony, there are many times I think of you
St. Mary The Mother of God
Your eyes are full of love
Teach me what it means
Thanks for pulling me through
And I dedicate the rosary to you
Jesus, You are the best example of a man
You are everything to everybody
Guide me to be a part of you
Jesus, I look up to you
And with my burning heart
I think of you
And I pray, dedicate, and love you all
God's people.
After a long passage we were weary.
With the Wolf Rock astern the sleepy sun
dipped behind the low Isle of St Mary.
We eased into twilight with a beckon
from the Peninnis light. Tom heard a splash,
then phosphorescence ripped beneath the sea.
Inverse aurora displayed with a flash,
and a squeak from the deep, for us to see.
Over the bow Phil reached and touched the fins
of a leaping vibrant frame, with delight
at our union with a pod of dolphins
making us welcome at the fall of night.
In the Isles of Scilly safely anchored,
how privileged we'd been, how favoured.
Syrupy with recipe ran along brasseries
Peiping, Mags and Oasis pricey rotisseries
Sizzling sizzlers the Peter Cat’s clamor
Addled couples fending their pockets out of scarce.
Boogie with deejays rhythm along discos
Tantra, Fusion and Roxy surfaced floorshows
Mass hangout the Some Place Else’s beckon
Mini-fashioned getups makes the other to pay on.
Volumes with fictions traded along bargains
Oxford and Metropolitan are mostly visited
Cohort no bar wide-ranged music stocked at Music World
Passerby’s daily dos’ makes the guard better-known.
Xaverians with hip-hops confined along principles
St. Mary, AG and St. Augustine are teenagers realm
Scandals and hearsays are their daily boasts
Highly noetic minds makes them their daily booze.
Hotfooted with attachés bucked along clock at nine
Pushed subway, the most busiest at times
Hi-fi managers and Board meetings at The Park
Foreigners often ease themselves at the Flurry’s cake bar.
Beside remembrance road,
Up rugged steps,
A little further on,
A gate,
And through,
Along a flagstone path,
Lined by sturdy trees,
Now in their Autumn shades,
And roundabout,
Gravestones, with Epitaphs,
Some hard to see,
Of past loving thoughts,
For those through time,
That left this world behind,
Gold heaped beds, crisp to foot,
Lead on, and there,
Within the filtering light,
A door of timber,
Where in, such beauty,
Prized eyes behold,
And all about great calmness,
Absorbs with Godly thoughts,
Within this parish church,
This Holy Ground.
With
welcome
arms and an
ever open
door
Ekphrasis after St Mary Le Port by Piper
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