Thursday, 10 January 2019

Other-Centered

She laid in the sanitarium...
fighting for her breadth
fighting for her comrades
She laid in the sanitarium....

And the shadow of the Crucifixion illuminated her actions!

Tears for her comrades,
  fighting....hard....for.....her.......breadth
     her hand pushed....pushed....pushed away the tray of food!
         the spear entered her lungs! And she died of tuberculosis...
            she died of malnutrition!

And the shadow of the Crucifixion illuminated her actions!

And the war continued.

an active soul to those who were subjected to horrors of tyranny...


Tuesday, 18 December 2018

If he never existed, not at all.

If he never existed, not at all.
A myth, an imaginary character catapulted into the chronicles of humanity.
If we believe this.....

If we believe that behind Christianity,
behind the Christian Church,
behind the New Testament,
behind St Paul and St John....

If we believe that behind the Gospels that there is no such person.

If we believe that this person who was the inspiration and origin behind All this..

Behind all this Jesus was an imaginative character created for a piece of fiction,
that the voice of a carpenter did not spoke of the Prodigal Son...

If he never existed, not at all...

Tuesday, 4 December 2018

In that Instant

For nine months he was growing in the world that changed me forever.
And in that instant before eternity he was with God,
And in that instant after he became a miracle,
He was a divine spark in the womb, of the woman that changed my life forever.

For nine months we waited,
But he could not wait any longer,
It was his time to come into the world,
Into our lives and in that instant....

in that instant, our hearts swelled with joy.
in that instant, God reappeared to me.
in that instant, we knew love.

in that instant, I became a Father and my world changed forever.
Photo taken by Phil Waldron. Emerson Waldron. 2018

Wednesday, 10 October 2018

The Interior Wound

And as I pray.....

The world watches me, my head bowed,
my hands clasped together in serenity,
I mouth the words learned as a child.

And as I pray.....

Those wounds that no one can see,
those wounds that everyone has,
interior wounds in which we have been so good at hiding...

It is hiding from the world but it is not silent to our being!

Behind the self of the everyday... the self of the secret world is at war

And there is no medicine, no ology, no human structure that can heal these wounds,

And as I pray..... with the deep voice of prayer in my being that echoes across eternity,
we invite the divine light of God to cure the wounds, to release us from those wounds that held us down...

And as I pray..... I wait for God.... I wait for my honesty!

Zero Gravity

The waves rippled through space,
floating in Zero G.

I landed squarely into the crater, perfectly formed, its circumference framed me,
As though I should be in a private gallery along the side street of that hidden street.

And along the frame came the hands of many,
clutching ready to blame everything on you,
ready to hide their pain on your failings!

And the waves flickered in Zero G,

And they scrambled over the edge and with their injuries they charged towards me,
wrath in their emotional hearts, bleeding through their mouth and ears!

And I gathered the flickering waves in my hand,
and swirled them around in various configurations,
and the myriads and complexities of swirls kept them at bay,

But they stormed the waves in Zero G
They battered them down into sparkling specks of memories,

Surrounded by each face, their horror portrayed for me only!
And out came the knives, sharpened beautifully...

But the waves carried me up above the crater that I had beautifully created,
And aloft in Zero G they stared at each other.... and they dropped the knives

My smile was too late, in my hand was a blade wrenched into my stomach...
I held it tightly and removed it from my being, and out poured my failures and pains.

And the waves in Zero G took me away to another heavenly body and dropped me,
I landed squarely into the crater, perfectly formed, its circumference framed me,
As though I should be in a private gallery along the side street of that hidden street.

And along the frame came the hands of many............

Tuesday, 4 September 2018

A divine language

I have shed all the tears I could,
I have slept all the hours I could bare.

For your heart bleeds through the eyes,
pure divine translucent water,
a divine language of joy and suffering written upon our face.

And the sleep was not slept... it was the hiding away from this world,

And it was the trusting in oneself that made me wake up, 
it was knowing that this world was meant for me... 
and I for it. 

May your soul manifest itself and be projected to the world... 
May the authentic self be invulnerable in its vulnerability... 
May you sing the song you wish to sing...
   And dance.... And be happy!  

May your eyes smile with divinity... 

Wednesday, 25 July 2018

Shadows of my turbulent mind

What sorrow could fall upon my Hope?
But the sword that pierced my Faith.
Tis the pain of Objectivity that took my
Desire to walk with God.
And in the Shadows of my turbulent mind,
Where Fear, Guilt and longing ruled my heart...
God walked with me through those days....

Tis was in those days in Memory,
That Faith was restored and Hope blossomed!


Other-Centered

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