Thursday, 19 October 2017

a decision.......

O' God I stand before you and ask the universe to guide me,
I stand before the majesty of life to bring me to a conclusion,
to the conclusion that will begin those things that bring joy, tranquility, and adventure!
I stand before you with humility, openness, and reason in my being.
Let them stir my imagination.

Let myself be released from the things I believe are mine,
Let myself go from what I have created and made.... for all that I have done does not last forever.
Understand that we have no absolute control  - trying to hold onto it will cause despair,
I have a place in this world... but compared to others I am the same.
Let this ease my soul of desire.

Therefore, O' God!

I stand before you to guide me through the decision I have to make,
release me from permanence and ego!

And in the deep stillness of the night.... my Lord God come to me like a thief in the night,
I pray to the divine in the light of day... knowing the answer will wake with me.


Tuesday, 17 October 2017

The world is a stage!

You should never sacrifice: your family, your heart, or your dignity....... when we fall and we will. And there is no one around. Pick yourself up slowly and gently - no need to rush, you're already on the floor. Breathe in deeply when you do stand. Let it out with wonder, aspiration, and mutter to yourself "What the Hell!". Find yourself will take time! We all get lost. We all lose sight of who we are. When you have sacrificed your family, your heart and your dignity.... it seems there is nothing left.... and perhaps there isn't. Just slowly build yourself up and hold onto what is important, to that which makes you feel good, to that which makes you laugh, hold onto that which makes you feel loved. Life isn't a rehearsal.... the world is our stage and we have no script. Make your story a good one. But don't worry, no one has the script.... 

We thought we had the script when we were young. Oh, how foolish we were. The gentle and harsh arrogance of youth. The winds of life are on the horizon and our innocent youthfulness will be knocked, shattered and crashed upon the rocks of truth. For the truth is harsh, we sometimes swim against it, blending in the conventional world. But the tide has other things for us. We struggle against it and when the final storm comes and our energy is reduced to naught. We flail against those rocks. alone on the beach.... our family and friends are gone because they don't know you anymore, our hearts are broken because our hearts have transformed, our dignity laughable.... because society is full of convention and dignity can be wrapped up in this.

But there you are, on the floor. Draped in exhaustion. Nearly drowned in denial. Doomed for a moment. Many nights will come to you.... dark nights of the soul will venture through your being. But first...... you must rise from the ground, rise from the pit of despair, rise from your mistakes, rise again.... rise again.... rise again.... for this is our duty, our way, our inspiration for others.... God will be with you; be audacious, bold and do! 'To do' is 'to Act'......throw away the script you believe you must follow!  

Friday, 13 October 2017

the loss of innocence

And what is innocence?

The purity of being?
The fulfillment of obedience?
Following the rules?

What parameters do we follow?

The authority who is our controlling guides?

was Innocence the loss of our connection to God?
Who said?
...............................a text over 2500 years old?

The world is in need of a guide to release us from our postmodern traditional theological construct!

Phew..... I'm glad I got that off my chest,

I stand upon a New Mount.
a new mount with a new way.


Wednesday, 11 October 2017

Hot Chocolate

The lady on the table had an attractive goblet,
the smell of its loveliness enticed me over.
To the bar, I went and ordered my Hot chocolate,
Jesus didn't have it this good at the Passover!

The barmaid said "I will bring it directly to you,"
with patience, the muses stirred for me to write this sonnet.
she brought the goblet as I was searching on Yahoo,
with delicacy and love she put forward my Hot chocolate!

This Goblet of Liquid Treasure was a thing of awe,
Both hands wrapped this as if they were in orbit.
And with measured pace, it poured down to the sound of "Ah"
Nothing in this world is as rich on a cold day than a Hot Chocolate!

The photograph was taken in Keith's, Lark Lane. 2017

Tuesday, 10 October 2017


There you have it!
Did Franco believe in freedom of the voting booth?
Was this Spain's dreary dreamy disillusion?
Did Franco believe in the dreams of the young and free?

When voices cry out for freedom,
when voices cry out for a different sovereignty,
when the fresh ink on parchment wishes to rewrite a new constitution!
Whose right is to oppress the voices of exploration and newness?

brave new worlds are born, like the coming together of a planet.
the supernova is about to happen......
and the beginning of new worlds will be created!
the beginning of a new way!
the beginning of the end of a broken system.

Its on the horizon!
Its have it!

Friday, 6 October 2017

Gallant Knight

A gallant knight of Old,
Held his sword of souls.
He sat upon a rock of mold,
his armour cracked with holes.

Sorrowful eyes looked to the west,
behind him a field of horror.
No food or water will he digest,
only thoughts of being an explorer.

It came from behind, the enemy,
swallows knowing the final pierce!
all about ego and jealousy,
his breastplate shudders, the impact so fierce!

A gallant knight of Old,
drops his sword of souls.
He fell from the rock of mold,
his armour cracked with holes.

Tears fell from his blue aged eyes,
and held the assassin, with a smile.
"The truth will appear from your guise,
your actions are that of spoilt juvenile".

And he who left this world,
many will remember his good.
But for the few who came and curled,
around a campfire and cursed his sainthood!

Wide Blue Eyes Open

Clumsily she stares in wonder,
her smile affectionate and full of love.
She crawls with intrigue and curiosity,
her guardians of love embrace and play,

The guardians are touching God,
the purity of creation brought together in love.
The bundle of love and life has dreams to share,
she will sparkle with divinity.

We all sparkle with divinity.


Wednesday, 4 October 2017

Las Vegas

O' Spirit Divine, I rest with you....

I rest with you not to understand,
not to fathom the tragic day that will turn into a field of sorrow and loss.

But I rest with you.....

May you come to me in times of human tragedy,
and temper the unholy feelings of revenge!
The seeds of anger will begin to take root!
The tears of despair will flow freely!

The mindless violence that grows with oppression,
the actions lost to know one to blame!

Spirit Divine, O' God!......... rest with us for a while so we can embrace a world with kindness, compassion and Reason.

May every person drop the arms of war, change the ancient charter and embrace into a brave new world which they did so many years ago!


The Change

O God, give me the courage to do what my heart desires.
Not the desires of self preservation and filling ones passions.
But the desires to be noble and a step beyond goodness,
a step towards purity....

a step towards the inner child that lives freely.
That accepts without prejudice.
The innocence unfettered by the carrying pains of others.

Grant me the strength to persevere through the pain of others.
Grant me the wisdom to know my own pains.
Grant me the authority not to transmit these pains onto others.

Hear my prayer.

May the divine will of God touch my life with grace,
May I be awake to recognize the signs of grace that is in abundance.


Friday, 29 September 2017

Reaching the Celestials

I gently stare into the firmament,
that's all I can do, this humble pilgrim.
I gently conceive that reaching out
is all I can do, as a humble pilgrim.

Perhaps my journey is not to the stars?
Perhaps my journey is to the fire that burns in my being! 

Consider, am I reaching away from my true nature?

The Stardust!

What is Stardust? It is existence and oblivion. 

And I gently stare into the firmament,
that's all I can do,........ stop!

Let me gently reach into the fire that burns in my being!
It's going to be painful, but I feel the truth of my life. 

The unknown is not the mysterious cosmos,
The unknown is your salvation! You becoming the fullest you can be!
And you will shine.....

Thursday, 28 September 2017

Stillness in Vibrancy

I stood still, motionless in the vibrant woods.
The darting staccato squirrels, 
The creaking triumphant pines, 
The luminescence of the lingering drifting mist, 
The fragrance of woodland delight, 
The reassurance of the autumn, it's cold breadth upon my cheek 

I stood still, motionless in the vibrant woods, 
Photograph by Philip Waldron
I communed with God in that quiet time. 

Saturday, 16 September 2017

Oceanic Tears

I cried myself into eternity...
each tear drop were joys...were hopes...were mistakes...were memories...were pleasures...was sadness.

The watery veil that floated around my vision,
blurred the life of possibilities, opportunities and visions?

Only after the waterfall has dried and gone,
that the what ifs have vanquished before my being?

Dive into the tomorrow-world.
Trust the oceanic currents of your soul.
Capture what your heart desires and swim with all your power....
and into eternity I go..... and no tear is seen!

Monday, 11 September 2017

Fear of the light

I face you O' God. I lay my heart and mind open to your inspection. I lay my self-open to your mercy. I have fallen many times in the darkness. I have wrapped myself up in guilt and shame. I have shed tears in the hope of giving love. But you have given me another path to follow. I pick myself up from my sorrow and errors. I am not I... for I am - something new born... The darkness around me is the fear of opening my eyes. The fear of looking inside my being. The fear of the light.

Tuesday, 22 August 2017

The Race.

The watching oval. The anticipation of dynamic motion in the stillness.

Kneeling and head bowed to the monarch of Glory.
Heads up!
Eyes wide upon victory.
The intake of air focused and measured.

Take the form of the speeding cat.

An eagerness ready to explode upon the start.

The explosion.

Every divine fibre is released in a heart beat.

The battle to victory is relentless.
The mortal coil is sprung into speed.

The watching oval erupts in joy!
The stillness a distant past.

The faltering slip and a victim falls.
No time for mercy.
The race has begun.

Saturday, 19 August 2017

Candles of Joy and Sorrow

The photograph was taken by Philip Waldron. 2013. Gateacre Chapel.

May the light you hold clear your path on a road of continuous sorrows,

May the light sparkle with the joy that you hold in your heart!

May the flame warm the hearts of friends and families where they have gone cold.

May the words that are spoken over the flame rejoice in the little miracles in our lives.

May our love embrace you as you light your candle in silence

And in the silence, we share the unspoken truths.

Let these candles burn brightly forever in our lives.

Saturday, 12 August 2017


It's okay to rest. 
The world will revolve. 
The sun will still rise and set. 
The moon will show off his favourite side. 
The moon is fickle!

It's okay to rest. 
Find a piece of woodland. 
Walk off the path.
Allow your shoes to get wet. 
Allow your shoes to get dirty. 
Stand and breathe. 
breathe in the moisture.....
breathe in the sound......
breathe in this eternity that has been here before humanity. 
breathe and rest. 

It's okay to rest
because if you don't you can't play in this busy world! 

Thursday, 10 August 2017

The rising

My hand clenched into the muddy swamp.
My knees drowned in shallow water.
My body soaked in the heavy rains.
My body shattered with all the jolts and pains.
The screams are heard in every direction.

I fell flat on my face.....
the exit wound took my breath away.

It took everything away.

Let there be a resurrection!

Let there be a rising of fellowship.
Let there be a rising of a community.
Let there be a rising of cooperation.
Let there be a rising my friend.... my comrade..... my brothers and sisters!

Let there be a rising!

Fire and Fury

The divine destroyer of old! 

Those poor innocent workers.
They had no say to the king's hard heart! 

With his magic staff, he demanded religious freedom. 
With his magic staff!

Hard hearted "No!" 

This was a battle of wills. 

He didn't listen this King of Slaves. 

And God sent Fire and Fury to the innocent. 

In Exile

O' the stars were aligned,
the formation of our being was ready.
The bottle of Red was placed,
and the pouring of our hearts was not steady.

The old days and vibrancy,
we could not escape our fate.
Tied to the broken mast of piracy,
the siren song was my new estate.

I was smashed upon the rocks on foreign shores,
Wild cattle upon the hill were so affluent.
Stranded in exile surrounded by those stars,
I needed to learn again, again to be gallant.

Wednesday, 9 August 2017


Love God with all your fibre of being.

What is behind and before?

Love God with all your fibre of being.


Reunite your being.

With.....heart, mind and soul.

Love God with all your fibre of being.


It is not a falsity.... it simply a way of finding harmony in the dischord of your being.

Why should I invest into the invisible?

For you to see how I see the world. Love me with all your fibre of being and you will know.

Let them fall.....

I stumbled over all that I dont understand, but I rise with knowledge and experience.

Let the young fall.
How will they be great if they dont?

Friday, 4 August 2017

The Miracle

Those moments we call miracles,
those unusual signs from the divine?
Those moments of serendipity,
the hand of God did not lay upon them!

The divine does not lie in anomalies!
It does not rest in mystical coincidence!

Look around, child of God.
Look around.......................

Open your mind to the wonder that is around you.
Open your heart to the possibilities that the divine has granted to you!

Thursday, 3 August 2017

The Presence

Leave falsity behind you.

Leave pretensions behind you.

Release yourself from selfish thought.


Breathe in the twilight air. 

Let go of the thought after thought.

Let go of the desire after desire.

Our time in this world is short.


Feel how still the breath is.

Feel the rhythm of your being.

See the twilight sky.

See its perspective.

It's ancient light taking on countless forms.


and God is in a state of perpetuity... and the mystery of life will take on those countless forms.

and feel the night air upon your face...


The eternal presence is upon your soul as the night air is upon your face.

Open up your heart.

Let the tears make trails upon your face.

Find that the dust in your eye that blinds you, is but a speck.


Let there be a holy quiet rest in your being.

Let those things that have vexed you, that have irritated you, that have made you fearful.

Let those things be blown in the wind.

Let there be a new resolution in your soul.


Let these things vanish like snow upon the sea.

You are liberated.

You are free.

You belong with eternity.


The countless beings, the multitude of souls are connected with God.

You have touched Heaven.



Would that day,
like many others before and after.
Would that day.....ever happen?

The hearts and minds of men
have been wronged.

The broken heart of mothers
that has been wronged.

The staring into the horizon,
the child parents gone.

God manifested in the eyes of a child.
Innocence diluted by egoism and nationalism.

The dust and rubble.
The mist of time lost to the illusion of patriotism.

Could life be any better..... if we followed the Lansdowne Letter?

The hand of peace was stuck firmly on the strategic map of war.

And God was seen in the innocence of a child.

Sunday, 30 July 2017

The majestic

Photograph by Philip Waldron. Clarke Gardens, Liverpool. 
Each one is different and unique,
from a distance, they seem the same.
Each one is a living majestic antique,
the elements wills it to sing, this magnificent tree.

I'm hypnotised by its artistic endeavour to reach the heavens,
It's ancient skin fractured, broken and knotted.
It arms spreading, wrapping and entwining its presence,
I marvel the glory of God, I am besotted.

Wednesday, 12 July 2017

The Iron Veil

I stared into the captivity of my soul,
infinity and all her wonders encompassed me,
my essence protruded my mortal coil,
it stretched upon and interwove with the others.

I was central and on the edges,
I was drowning and full of life.
I was suspended on firm ground. 

The intentions of God are behind The Iron Veil!

But in Prayer.
My essence moved freely
like boiling water on wax.  

Saturday, 8 July 2017

Defy them to the end.

I stared at the stars, the moon, and the clouds,
I stared in wonder and delight on that precipice.
I stretched out my hand to pull away that shroud,
I prepared to know the Word of various testaments.

But what I felt was the whispering silence of God.

Defy them to the end for you are a heroic soul. 
Defy them to the end for you are a heroic soul. 
Defy them to the end for you are a heroic soul. 
Defy them to the end...............

Friday, 7 July 2017

time to pause..................

It has been relentless......

Life can be relentless

It pushed and shoved me...

Life is always pushing and shoving

It did not give me space

Life won't give you space.

But you have the authority to make it STILL.

You have the authority to pause...

............time to pause...........

............time to watch the ripples bounce around your being.

Only you can create the space that you deserve, that you need, for you to grow.

There has always been time to pause

.................and when we have paused, we find ourselves strolling towards us.

Let the tears fall.

Let the heart, ache.

Let the mind rest.


There are two worlds.

The external and internal.

The false and the true self.

Both colliding with each other.

The Devil and God if you wish.
The battlefield of the SOUL!

We seek the truth - hiding behind falsity.
Falsity eludes us to the truth and the reality of the now.
Only when we decide to know the essence of our core,
Only then....

.....................can we embrace the truth. embrace the everyday.

Wednesday, 5 July 2017

Thoughts on misery

Can we live a life without misery?

We, humans, were born for misery, were born for hardship, were born to strive towards relieving a life without misery, but the paradox is, we will always live in misery, in some form, whether that be financial, physical, spiritual, employment or loss. It is living a life that strives towards not having misery, a life without misery is not a life at all. If we don't have misery, would we ever know what joy is? We were born for hardship, we have the therapy to resolve an issue, for it to be overtaken, by yet another issue. Can we ever be happy? Is true happiness on the margins of boredom, to be bored is to be happy?

Leads us to the question, what is happiness? Let's stick with misery.

And yet, our purpose, our liberal Christian purpose is to alleviate the misery, difficulties and hardships that our fellow human being is consumed with, we are there to offer our hand in charity, our heart in love and our being in kindness. We may have our own misery in our being, but offering to alleviate others, this gives us joy. We allow others to see the beauty of the human spirit, and the human spirit that is fulfilled by elevating others brings us joy.

Psalm 94:19
When anxiety was great within me, 
Your consolation brought joy to my soul. 

This is our calling for each other, peace resides, not in ourselves, but in each other. We are connected so intrinsically and intricately, that we forget we are a community in a relationship. If there is a belief in peace through isolation, does this not bring further unhappiness? Loneliness is good to a point, but we get lost with our own turmoil of the mind. Is there a desire to find a pack of like-minded folk? 

But no matter how we remove misery from our and other lives. Do we tackle the real issue behind the misery, that being the difficulty of the mind that causes said misery? When we are hemmed in, cornered by life's encounters, we either persevere through it, no matter how long it takes or we become overcome and fall into the circumstances that we allow. Oliver Cromwell wrote before the Battle of Dunbar, his army had superior forces upon him - "We are upon an engagement very difficult". Can this be humanities motto to live? 

Humanity has been striving through difficulties, through misery, through the fog of confusion and loss, we navigate to safer and secure ground and we, for a time, take joy in the triumphs through the adversities that will inevitably encounter. A retired Unitarian Minister once said, "Through adversity, we potentially become better people, through prosperity, we potentially become monsters". 

Let us not dwell on the sadness of life, let us not linger;

Proverbs 15:15
A miserable heart means a miserable life;
 a cheerful heart fills the day with song. 

Have we forgotten, the Christian message is not the appearance of the altruistic world, it is not the world where democracy is run perfectly, where everyone's bank balance is always in credit, that everyone has their own home without a mortgage, where everyone lives with all the needs and desires at the footfall. What breed of humanity will we have? If difficulties enter their lives, how would they behave? 

Misery will fall upon us, we will encounter it daily. But we are beautiful children of the universe, of God, the divine and of Mother Earth. Hear the song of joy in your heart and sing! The world is surrounded by beauty, do not get yourself lost in the encounters, strive forward with all your being...

“Have mercy on me, my Soul.
You have shown me Beauty,
But then concealed her.
You and Beauty live in the light;
Ignorance and I are bound together in the dark.
Will e'er the light invade darkness?
~Kahlil Gibran

I embrace you Misery!
I await you with the freshness of my being.
I will overcome your blows.
I will turn away your hurtfulness.
I will smile at your suddenness.
I will transform you into joy.
I have lived with you all my life. 
~ Rev. Phil Waldron


Saturday, 1 July 2017

May the light of our heart, find shade…

May the light of our heart, find shade…
May it rest in the twilight…
Knowing the darkness, but holding the light.
Being prepared to shine forth…

May our heart rest on our sleeves,
Unencumbered by the pain of others,
Unfettered by their pains and anxieties
May their heart find rest and ease, settle in serenity.

May the divine serve the heart,
May the heart serve the mind,
And the mind tempered by kindness….
Serve others we meet…

May we be servants to each other,
Let our inner self embrace that calling within,
A calling of truth, beauty, and compassion…
Let us be blessed knowing that all things are laced with good intent.

May our openness, which is bruised by the elements of pain, anxiety, and suffering,
Be placed in loving hands.
Be cradled with warmth.
May we be gentle with each other
May our smiles be gracious….
May our simple presence give comfort.

God, the divine, runs through us….
It connects with our being,
Let us listen to the divine
May we be open to the relevance to our community,
To our Family, our friends, and our colleagues…

Wednesday, 28 June 2017


It enters the system with the kindest word
and breaks down all functionality,
it seeps into every crevice and everything becomes blurred,
every thought, opinions and it corrupts with brutality.

The marble floor you stand upon is tainted,
You have become the hardened apostle.
The truth is only known by the acquainted,
As the few attack you with their gossip.

Wednesday, 21 June 2017

A prayer under a bushel

Our gathering of friendship is held with common causes and common values.

But our commonality is at odds with the world.

Our gathering is laced with kindness and reason.

The world is slashed with brutality and chaos.

Our gathering is laced with compassion and charity.

The world is broken with selfishness and greed.

Our gathering is laced with tenderness and understanding.

The world is cracked with pain and ignorance.

Our gathering is laced with Hope.

For we reside in both worlds, are gathering is not in a bubble, we must learn to lace together our commonality in our beautiful broken world and mend it as best we can.

We step into the world with the causes and values on our heart so the world knows who we are.

Our gathering will not be hidden....

Our love shall not be hidden!

Tuesday, 13 June 2017

I forgive you

I offer an open hand in peace and truth.

I offer an open heart in love and kindness.

I offer an open mind in reason and wisdom.

I offer an open home in warmth and shelter.

I offer these things to you.

I offer these things in hope that our past deeds and words can be forgiven.

When the pain has eased.

When the hurt is no more.

When the light shines through the haze and a path is seen.

I forgive you.... for my road is clear and a new journey will rest with my being.

Sunday, 4 June 2017

Many Mansions

I got lost on the road to Eldorado,
I turned upon the strangest road,
There dwelled many mansions,
The gateways swung open and free,
And there in every entrance way stood a heavenly angel.
Each reading various Authors, Hemingway, Shelly and the Bronte sisters.
Joyce, Byron and Keats.
Milton, Tartt and Moliere.

And all the while laughter was in the air.
And all the while hospitality was in every garden.
And all the while, without notice, an angel held my hand whispering in my ear.
"The road to Eldorado will never be found, the road you seek is the road with many mansions".

I woke from my dream.

Thursday, 1 June 2017

leaf on the wind

Released from its certainity.
Fear clings to its nourishment.
The storm snaps them, and with reluctance they fly into the unknown, (with acceptance).

But I'm a leaf on the wind.
Where no storm was invited.
Letting go knowingly into the unknown.
True freedom flourishes with resentment.

Wednesday, 31 May 2017

the prayer to the poor

Hear my prayer.

Beauty in the fractured souls,
Let there be Hope in their being.
May the divine ease their suffering.

This is our prayer.

May their plate be filled with food.
May their heart be filled with Joy and Serenity.
May they have a restful sleep, undisturbed by fear and dread.

This is our prayer

Heavenly Father.
Heavenly Mother.

Bring shelter to the fragile ones.
Forgiveness for their errors.
May they find a courageous soul for their fragile voice!
May our hard and cold hearts, soften and warm to their choices.

This is our prayer

Jesus died for us.
His resurrection is our second chance.

Saturday, 6 May 2017

a tender dream of adventure

Lost in the coves of pure creation,
adrift on the waves of uncertainty.
Wide-eyed innocence staring down upon me.
Wide-eyed unknowing staring into eternity.

It's quiet voice whispers to me.....
'Who are you stranger; in our world of yesterday, 
who dreams of our tomorrows?'

Keeping balance in my floating world,
my paddle skims the surface of my mortality.
It sinks into the depth of my being when still,
holding the vista that the millenniums birthed.

It's quiet voice whispers to me.....
'Who are you stranger, in our world of yesterday, 
who dreams of our tomorrows?'

I Sing!
'My purpose is to hold...
My purpose is to bring hope... 
My purpose is to bring laughter... 
My purpose is to love...
My purpose is to stand on the brink!'

It's quiet voice whispers to me....
'You are not a stranger; for this is the world of the now,
who lives with the possibilities.'


Friday, 5 May 2017

Crystal clear shard

It protrudes through the ebbs,
It lies waiting with its millions and billions,
Partially hidden.
Patience my friend. 
Patience my friend. 

Be gentle when you take that shard from the sands.
It took millions of years to be formed and find its home.
Easing it from its sojourn's rest and holding it in your palm.
That crystal clear shard.

Thursday, 4 May 2017

an act of kindness

It holds that moment forever in my heart,
reverberating in my being for eternity.
When it seems it came from nothing,
When it seems it came from out of the blue.

There was a gentleness to their decision,
which encompasses itself in the realm of peacefulness.
There was no judgement in their tone,
which accompanies itself with a tender smile.

For a brief spark, a spark for an instant,
Our senses fused in knowing each other.
And in that brief exchange in time and place,
An act of kindness changed my world.

Wednesday, 3 May 2017

The Splintered Darkness.

I've roamed around in my cave,
I've seen the light around the stone, 
But I have watched the splintered darkness,
the stone has yet to be rolled away. 

The fragility of our souls.
The harshness and love I have felt, 
The hopes that have washed away into eternity.........
The love that is held by you and me. 

I've roamed around in my cave, 
I've seen the aura around that stone, 
But I have watched the splintered darkness,
the stone has yet to be rolled away. 

I stand on a pillar with bridges expanding to all, 
burning the bridges was envitable and grace smiles upon me. 
The Truth will wash my brokenness. 
Freedom beckons me onwards, to be who I am. 

I'm roaming around my cave...
and I catch the brightness around the stone,
But I'm watching the splintered darkness, 
the stone has yet to be rolled away. 

My soul has been asleep by the concerns of others, 
My soul's creative power has drowned in my own doubt. 
and the storm has been and gone and I have survived. 
and the landscape of my wilderness surrounds me. 

I'm staring at my hands in my cave.....
and I see the stone around the daylight.
and I catch the splintered darkness in those hands, 
the stone is yet to be rolled away! 

My weakness must be transparent, 
The raven is not that great. 
But we all have a strength in the substance of our souls. 
It is time to roll away that stone. 

I have rolled away that stone.
I embrace the beauty of the world.
My only soul open and broken...
My only soul broken and open...

Wednesday, 15 March 2017

Hinc Illae Lacrimae

I have wept for so many nights.
I have thought long and hard.
That my life is short....for all life is too short.
The longing of life.... is to sing in the wind.

I have wept for so many nights.
I have turned to those things...
That this coil is worthy of better things.
Those decisions made will always be waiting.

I have wept for so many nights.
And he held my hand with love.
And he held my words with reason.
And he held my actions with compassion.

Hinc Illae Lacrimae...

Sunday, 19 February 2017

A fallen angel

In the gloom and vast darkness,
shards of light are trinkets of rarity,
there she lay, chained to the cold rock,
her wings wrapped around her coil,
battered and broken, feathers scattered.

Her golden hair ripped and ragged!
Her luminosity drowned by doubt,
Her silken muslin, charred with despair.
Her being draped with unparalleled gravitational pressure.

Her chiseled cheekbones
Her eyes.....oh her eyes...
They saw their souls and this is her punishment!
Chained to the rock of Judgement.

Her wrongs minor.
Her error.
Her past totally forgotten!

                           ..............and there she waits for authority to give her the final blow.

Painting by Philip Waldron 2017. 

Friday, 17 February 2017

A glass of water

Painting by Lorraine Rigby. 2017
It seems inconsequential as it rests on the table top.
Surrounded in transparent fusion.
It seems it has no story to tell.
Surrounded in transparent fusion.

O' it has a story!
It is the story of life...
and in a simple drop lies the mystery of the universe
and in a simple drop lies the creation of our being
and in a simple drop lies the abundance of our creativity
and in a simple drop lies the beginning of our history

It seems inconsequential as it rests on the table top.
Surrounded in transparent fusion.
It is the story of all stories.
Drink deep and know everyone's origin.

Thursday, 16 February 2017

The Way of Joy

And the child opposite me took my hand,
her curious blue eyes tilted my soul,
tilted it to where it should always be,
I then heard the Way of Joy sing to my heart.

The veil of sorrow has been taken away,
and my ego has been melted in the snow!

Painting by Lorraine Rigby. 2017
Not before I have corrected the wrongs
Not before Father Time has released Truth,
Let her fly with Justice -
Let them stand their ground with Authority and Love!

My Superheroes!

And the child opposite me took my other hand,
her curious blue eyes locked in my soul,
a place where I felt something more than me,
I then felt the Way of Joy being in my heart!

The veil of sorrow has been taken away,
and my ego has been melted in the snow!

Their hands reached out...
.........................................and with Courage they pursued without restraint!

And the Ten Ways of Sorrow were understood,
and the Way of Joy was sung into the heart of my being.

Wednesday, 15 February 2017

Tenth Way of Sorrow

Nobility and Strength brought them all to the mount.

They huddled together for the breaking of the Mothers Heart.
Anguish ripped her throat of voice.
Anguish drowned all thoughts of hope.
Anguish crushed her desire of being.

His garments stripped from his mortal coil!
The Man! Thrown onto the wooden scaffold,
Pain immeasurable - traversing every part of him.

The thunder like strike upon iron - tearing through his palms and feet.

Hoisted up...........................................

And he stood.
In his armour
his spear standing true
his stomach weak from all this pain
his heart weak from all this suffering
his mind weak from all the relentlessness

Each strike, 
Each scream of anguish.
Blinded him from the dream of possibilities.
And as he was raised for all to see,
he was summoned for a final act.....

They gathered at the foot of his ending.........
He smiled.....
               then looked to the west
                                     then held the soldier in his heart. 
                                                         and his death fell upon the world with a cry to God,

and the Tenth Way of Sorrow was sung into the brutal and darkened heart.


Ninth Way of Sorrow

As she was dragged away....
the full weight of the horror fell upon him.

Under the weight he lay and remembered.

"We will always be here for you My Master"

He leaned into him.....
"Disciple, you will deny me on this very night"

"What madness My Master, I would never break your heart"

Embracing him with no malice "Three times you will relinquish all knowing."

"My Master, I have no intentions of our relationship being a burden"

".... it is the choice you will make that will make who you are......"

Bringing him closer

"But let not your past define your whole being"

Jolted by the screams of frustration and impatience,
he awoke from his momentarily rest-bite.
And from the crowds his Disciple was seen...
Quivering all over, his face sullen and tired.

and so the Ninth Way of Sorrow was sung into the bitter heart.

Eighth Way of Sorrow

His decision of doing nothing was an action,
an action of allowing,
letting others to open themselves to their own selfish desires.

She fell into her room,
She ranted and wailed at the heavens!
She ranted at powerlessness!
She ranted at womanhood!
Her anger grew as loud as any trumpet!

She wept with deep heart ache.

But there was resolve, a steel no man could match!

She tore through the street
she ripped through the soldiers and those who mean harm.

She clasped upright the man who was condemned.
Eye to Eye they face each other,
And for a moment the weight of horror laid upon both of them.

The soldiers wept for the tenderness that followed

His palm rested upon her face with love.

"Do not weep for me, daughter of the world, let no tear be upon your loveliness"

and so the Eighth way of Sorrow was sung into the regretful heart.

Monday, 13 February 2017

Seventh Way of Sorrow

As he fell for the second time,
under the weight and pain,
no matter how much support was given,
he remembered..... it started with a kiss!

....and at the edge of a strong tree stood that man,
with guilt in his eyes,
for the envy of his being
but he longed for justice,
but justice had changed into a monster and it dragged the song of sorrow to his end.

The truth met across that road,
under that tree his final act will be upon this world.
But the sufferer did not want the divine story written this way.
What sort of author was he?!

He raised himself with all his strength,
"Not that way, you always followed a painful way..... I am the way!"
But this was lost on the wind, for there was no strength in his song...

and the Seventh Way of Sorrow was sung in the jealous heart.

Sixth Way of Sorrow

She saw him being supported.
The procession faded up that dreaded mount.
She picked up the veil that was blown from her hand.

Her beauty was radiant.
Her heart was torn.
Her decision was made for acceptance and survival

She folded her veil and placed it with the other fragrant cloths.
The distant jeers and attacks were fading in her being,
As she continually folded the linen...

and so the Sixth Way of Sorrow was sung in the regardless heart

Fifth Way of Sorrow

They jeered and shouted at him.
They pushed and shoved him.
They attacked and cursed him.
It was a mindless display of society.

And in the shaded room, the two Sons stared at their Father.
His tears glistened in the darkness.
From the darkness the light shines the brightest!
The Son's saw their Fathers resolve.

Under the weight of horror and turmoil, 
each step was screaming for relinquishment. 
They taunted in a mindless voice,
harbouring their own anxieties on this poor wretch.

Then the beholder of generosity and strength, 
broke into the mindlessness of cathartism,
and the two sons lamented for the mob
and the mob looked into their own being...

The swell of the wretch's heart as they stared into each others being,
The Father took the burden for a while....
The Father took his pain.... just for a while.... 

and so the Fifth Way of Sorrow was sung into the thoughtless hearts. 

Fourth Way of Sorrow

Her husband consoled her of the news.
Her daughter with the same name fell to her knees.

She took her hand and pleaded to go to see him,
"His footfalls will echo into eternity."

The other, with the same name, entered with fury!
"Come you fools, do not indulge in your suffering"

But she wailed and failed her son.

"Mother, each moment is passing by - do not hesitate."

But she wailed and failed her son.

"Mother-in-law, each moment is passing by - hear your daughter."

But she wailed and failed her son.

And the father could not bear it any longer...

The roar of the crowd could be heard,
the jeers and shouts of delight.

With a broken heart, who took no part in their foul decisions,
he entered with curiosity in his eyes.... they fell upon the Mother.

"Why leave him alone?"

"I have failed wailing and lingering have left him alone."

But with nobility and strength, we can face the hardships,
we hold ourselves to courage, hope, and faith...

and so the Fourth Way of Sorrow was sung into our hesitant hearts.

Painting by Lorraine Rigby. 2017. 

Sunday, 12 February 2017

Third Way of Sorrow

Painting by Lorraine Rigby. 2017
They were relentless in their arrogance!
Their shouts and screams made no sense. 

He did listen...
He wanted to understand... 
He remained open to the end... 

But they were suffering and they didn't want to face the mirror,
content in their knowing, in their imagined reflection, 

He did listen...
He wanted to understand...
He remained open to the end... 

They mocked him every chance they could get, 
every opportunity of so called error was waded upon. 

He did listen...
He wanted to understand...
He remained open to the end... 

But as he lay underneath the wooden frame, 
his life was to end by anger and arrogance,
the fuel that kept burning in their hearts, 
was of despair and hidden truth. 

He raised the wooden scaffold for all to see, 
to know that he will continue on his road, 
but by doing so.... 

                opportunity was lost by all... 

and the Third Way of Sorrow was sung into our intimidated hearts! 


Second Way of Sorrow

She had been washing her linen,
    her linen was fragrant and sweet.
She heard the voices of fury and despair,
   it brought her out to see the crowds.

Her beauty was held in terror and heartache,
   her features frozen in sympathy and powerlessness.

She grabbed her veil and ran to the poor man,
   what wrong had he done?

As he fell under the weight of his sacrifice,
   his bloody scared face unrecognisable.

She fell with grace and respect,
  he raised his sorrowful image before her.

With dream like elegance she gave her veil,
  the weight of human error fell with no remorse.

He brought the veil to his face and soaked the injuries,
  the freshness of love and kindness washed over him.

The crowds gathered round the fallen rebel,
  he stared at the woman with the veil.

She was frozen in profile, scared to approach the mob,
  her veil fell to the land in sadness

.....and the Second Way of Sorrow was sung into the hearts of those who standby and dream.

Painting by Lorraine Rigby. 2017

Friday, 10 February 2017

First Way of Sorrow

Her husband was anxious and she prayed.

He couldn't sleep....

                          a decision was to be made.

She longed to council and support him.

They stared - into - each other...

His tenderness empowered by her love.

But.... the powers that be and the voices of populism sang their tune!
Internal Politics Made Public!
They wanted that Man to suffer for his claims and deeds.

She wept in her room,
"Grant my husband the power to do what is noble and right!"

But.... his empowerment was strangled by their selfish desire.

And as she slept,
the world of dreams reinforced what was true in her being.
She woke with dreams in her hands!
She woke knowing the truth, that these hands, will make your deeds noble and true!
People will then know who you are, with love in all that your say and do.
Painting by Lorraine Rigby. 2017

The meeting had taken place.
Her husband sat upon the throne of judgement.

There before him, that Man stood,
Her eyes rested upon him.... and the dream came true.

She then whispered into her husband's ear,
"He is innocent my love, have nothing to do with this matter"

He raised himself disregarding his wife patiently and gently,
he then washed his hands and walked away.

The mob cheered and the First Way of Sorrow was sung into our being.


Wednesday, 8 February 2017

Florentine Tango

The music begins.....

He acknowledges the woman, her dress defines her,
She is beautiful...
She is strong...
She is determined to follow his part.

The look of approval is given,
His hand reaches out gently for her,
Their hands are bonded...
and she judges him gently, so gently...

Painting by Lorraine Rigby. 2017
             they both enter an embrace,

They are close enough to know they are two beings
but then, he hears the note, which indicates unification.
They are one entity, dancing to the melancholic romantic music,
The masculine walks with hunger and desire,
The feminine walks with desire and hunger!

The Latin American cacophony makes him turn,
he opens himself to her, but never is there a moment she leaves him empty,
she turns into the emptiness,
her loveliness is equalled by his vulnerability.

His weight poised in secrecy,
but she always knows the puzzle,
she follows with all the answers,
his elaborate questions have been responded.

The bond is hypnotic!

The music comes to an end,
and like waking from a dream,
They remember fragments of their magical tale they created,
They remember for a moment their souls connected.

Tuesday, 31 January 2017

wake up.

He believes he’s righteous and justified.

He believes it to be so....

The letter to the Ancient Italian “for there is no authority except from God, and those authorities that exist have been instituted by God”.

It is written…. and they believe.

O’ they believe, the quiet ones!

They will be pushed, they will be shouted at, they will be cried upon in horror, they will poke that fiery ego….
                       And then, hidden in the belly of that continent, it will come from its cave.
With its Righteous Anger!

And it will slaughter those who pushed, shouted, cried and poked!

O’ the liberal has prejudice,
O’ the voice of the margins will slip out in fury, unnoticed…

Its voice lost.
We never truly understood.
We became arrogant in our righteousness.

He has been before and he will come again.
He believes….
I retreat…… into the reasonable shores of the continent.
Let not the covering of history be looked upon with, ‘what if’'

into the wild

They illuminate the arched dome,
the ceiling of humanity glittered and sparkled,
the natural fireworks brought wonder to my heart, 
the tidal waves of colour floated across the heavens. 

I held my spear, the sharp in the air! 
The frozen world glistened in the moonlight.
the majestic mountains monitored our world,
the landscape of the wild will test my being. 

My hand slips into the fur of my companion,
his ice blue eyes waiting for the rush, 
awaits for the work that he longs for, 
awaits for the pleasure in his purpose. 

The frozen particles of the air rush,
rush into my lungs................
........................................... I hunger for my purpose.
I hunger for what is longing in my deep self.

The landscape of wonder is breaking, 
my other companions stir and prepare. 
Painting by Lorraine Rigby. 2017
I turn to my belongings, wrapped with practicality and love,
the motionless frozen twilight has been stirred!

"Mush, Mush!" 

Joy leaps into the heart of my companions, 
the jolt of the sledge jumps with gladness. 
The blades cut through the ancient ground, 
Scars sliced into the unknown world.

I'm bound for adventure....

Sunday, 29 January 2017

Let us remake the world!

Let us stop!

Let us remake the world!
Painting By Lorraine Rigby. 2017

No one says it has to be this way!

clasp my open hand

Painting by Lorraine Rigby. 2017
He stood outside, his breath was fast and angry,
the people laughed and drank inside.

A hand reached out, palm facing the heavens,
reaching for food and love.
The old widow forced to give her final pennies,
She entered with tears in her eyes......

He gripped his weapon, favoured by all employers.
He whispered his mantra....
"My house shall be called a house of prayer for all nations, but you have made it a robber’s' den"

He stepped into the shrine of greed and gold,
the place was a sanctuary for all, but it was soiled by corrupt ambition.
He spoke clearly.
"My house shall be called a house of prayer for all nations, but you have made it a robber’s' den".

They turned.... "Who is this madman?"
Who is this that would disrupt the status quo,
he flung the tables in the air and beat those who did not care,
and he shouted,
"My house shall be called a house of prayer for all nations, but you have made it a robber’s' den"

the hero for the marginalized is within our being,
clasp my open hand, my friend!

Wednesday, 25 January 2017

That Sinking Feeling

O God hear my prayer..... 

It seemed everything was fine and dandy.
It seemed...........

I made plans!

I had been conscious and considerate of others.
I had been mindful of every action....
                                                       ..... sacrificing my own being for others. 

I thought I prepared the way. 

It was a minor thing. 
It was inconsequential. 
It blindsided me! 

And all the good, all the considerate thoughts and deeds, fell around me. 

I am in despair of my mistakes.

O' Child of God hear me...

I hear your despair and sorrow.
Lift up your heart and let the tears stop flowing 
Your deeds of compassion and consideration will live long in the heart and minds of others!
A single mistake.... measured for the whole you, are measured by those who wish you harm. 
A single mistake.... is measured for what it is. 
A single mistake.... is measured for what it is.... the measure of your life should encompass all of your life and not just that mistake. 

You were born to make mistakes.... by not learning from them, this is a tragic mistake.... 

O' Child.... I embrace you with love!

Painting by Lorraine Rigby. 2017
I take you by the shoulders and whisper.....

"The harshest Soul is the kindest human, for they are layered with self-criticism and doubt, they put others before themselves and live with sorrow and eternal hope, I know you child of God

Wednesday, 18 January 2017

The Dream of Intervention

I took his hand....

Painting by Lorraine Rigby. 2017
"Perhaps, that's all it is...."

The struggle and desire of the heart are lost with expectation. 
Until we become wise enough not to care....and too late to do anything about it? 

But the young are held in our hands...
They are cradled with a noble expectation...

I tighten my grip....
"They have hope and longing in their eyes........."

Our broken wisdom looks back at old days with longing. 
The future in our hearts and minds is beautiful.... for God within longs for it, 

The kingdom of God is within!
Tears of joy are falling my friend.  

I bring him close and hold him tightly...
"I am here for you.......

Over his shoulder I watch them pretend that all is well in the world, 
his heart and mind broken, shattered... not knowing. 

Then, like a sudden wind, the messenger appeared by my side. 
and rested their heart upon mine..... 

My smile is victorious and the sudden wind scattered the broken wisdom into a thousand parts. 

His eyes were full of knowing. 
We stared into the world with a glimpse of the dream. 

Saturday, 14 January 2017

the fearless song

my conscious thoughts are concealing the deep anxiety...

my heart is thundering when I'm alone...

my body trembles under the warmth that surrounds me...

my spirit is vexed by the spirit that is vexed...

my soul is singing to me, a song of fear.

The song is full of dischord, the inner harmony has forgotten its melody

Painting by Lorraine Rigby. 2017
My tune is out of sync.......

But as I close my eyes in prayer....

But as I close my ears in prayer...

But as I control my breadth in prayer...

But as I relax the body in prayer...

                                                          I become aware,
                                                                                        and I feel the presence of God wash upon me, I hear my parents song, they hold me..................................

and it passes and I hear my new song!

A brave new song!

A song that will be rivalled by no other!

Thursday, 12 January 2017

Technician of the Soul

Weaving through the fabric of time and space...
They inevitably come into our lives....
Their presence as sharp as any needle...
They are ready to slip through - knowing or unknowing - into our being.

They splash into the alchemy of our thoughts and feelings,
They stir the bubbling cauldron of our consciousness,
They pour that ingredient that was long missing,
When others taste our presence we have become.......

Weaving through the fabric of time and space...

and we inevitably come into other lives....
we are that presence which is as sharp as any needle...
Let us be ready to slip through - knowing or unknowing - into their being.

Tuesday, 10 January 2017

It was my doing

I had nothing.

I had no one. 

It was all my doing. 

I stared at my empty hands.... facing to the heavens. 

No divine intervention. 

The wind came, the chill made me warm. 

The company I did not expect, wrapped me up, 

It encircled me, a forever a constant!  

The nerve endings have not gone away.

The hairs on my arms stand, signalling a reaction.

But my desire of feeling has gone. 

The air is salty...

My lungs are full of joy and memory...

I grip the railing and stare into timelessness 

the ripples reflect regret....

It was all my doing. 

I didn't want that tear, but it fell,

The tear broke the ripple and my reflection of regret transformed into agony. 

The railing melted under by strength...

I stand welcoming God in my despair.

His presence precisely where it should be........

It was my doing....