Monday, 18 July 2016

Will I be a Hero or a Coward?

Painting by Lorraine Rigby. 2016
May I be blessed knowing the wrongs I have done,
as the waves smash the cliff face with innocence.

May I stand upon that precipice longing for truth,
before my innocence takes away my longing.

May the innocence of my being be woken up to me,
the debris of my naivety tumbles with a loud awakening.

May the earth under my feet support me through this,
but the horizon is shadowed by the tsunami I have caused.

Will I fall like the coward under the mistakes I have made
or will I rise like the hero?

No philosophy can teach me how. It can only bring me to that edge of choice....

There lies in each soul a coward and a hero, it is our natural division of seeking truth and safety.





Sunday, 10 July 2016

resurrections

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Painting by Lorraine Rigby. 2016
from a distant shore, the tick-tock in your soul is heard,
it revives you...
.........................slowly.
You become aware of the softness that is around you...
You become aware of the aches and pains that walk with you...
You become aware of the love that rests with you...
you become aware......slowly......

The resurrections that occur every day...

Your senses start to sharpen...
The singing birds celebrate your awakening...
The singing is nature's alarm clock.......

Opening the eyes to the new world...
The brightness of the day is too much...
We close and re-open until satisfied...

We turn to the mechanical tick-tock....
To see our earthly time...
Slowly realising... knowing our duties
Knowing our purpose....
Knowing our responsibilities....

Waking to the world...
I give praise to this miracle!

Wednesday, 6 July 2016

Humility

Painting by Lorraine Rigby. 2016.
The Mother of all virtues is bowed behind Purity,
Her beauty is marvelled and unnoticed,
Her touch is like the gentle breeze.

Her gifts are greater than her youngest daughter, Charity,
The time gave, she will offer in abundance...
The love waiting to be accepted...
Her unquestioning patience and acceptance are unrivalled by Tolerance.
Her smile is faint and unknowing as her strength is tested.
Only Fortitude can rival her strength....

Humility, the Mother of all virtues, will liberate us from ourselves.




Sunday, 3 July 2016

Tired.

Standing firm with a smile,
Painting by Lorraine Rigby. 2016.
Holding onto every last drop of energy,
Your focus.......tilted. 
                Your focus.........faded
                                  Your focus..........slipping
                                                              away from 
                                                                   you..........

Words spilled from the voice of the eloquent ....
Your ears filled with the sound of the tumble dryer....
The stimulate brought with care....black as midnight on starless night and it's sweetness lighter than an angels kiss....
It brings me back.....for a moment
It spurs me on.........
Every handshake and every smile, is laced with sincerity and love. 
Every connection tempered with wonder......

I fall softly into my sacred chamber....
The mini death is upon me...
The resurrection will raise my weary body...
But as I sleep....I will dream of the good that was done that day. 

Goodnight.