Thursday, 18 April 2019

May your breadth find a steady rhythm, a calming measure…


My friends we come together in the stillness of prayer…
May your breadth find a steady rhythm, a calming measure…
May your mind relinquish your apprehensions and fears, let them rest outside these sacred walls,
May your heart open to those around us, too often we close ourselves with our neighbours,
May the words we give, be tempered with Reason and Compassion.
May we be able to give comfort to those were needed.
May we have the courage to for this.
Your being may not change your world, but your kindness can change the worlds you touch.
Each day we have a choice…
Each moment we can decide…
The Noblest action…. The Charitable deed
The Courageous assistance….
Each moment in our lives we May Rise above the Strains of our timidities, our shyness and moments of hesitation.
Each moment we can be born again so that we may become the person who we need to be. The person we were called to be.
And when we are at the penultimate place of our being, the truth of who we are meant to be only a pace away…
May our soul be lightened with Humility.

Let Us RISE AGAIN!


We rise each morning…
We are reborn and the miracle of life will continue?
We are but stardust….
                 Brought together….
Painting by Philip Waldron © 2019

                              Are we aware of the Space and Time of our being?

May we strive towards a harmonious relationship with our world,
with all the inhabitants that share this planet.

May we heal ourselves from a culture that is hurting, Nay killing the Earth and all its creatures.

We light our Chalice in the Hope, Nay The Courage, that we will Rise above the Vices that are destroying our only home!  

May its light, shine upon the treacherous ones, those who claim to be servants of the people, when they are servants of industry, Nay Servants of Marginalization and Sorrow! So we know who they are! 

Let Us RISE AGAIN!

Saturday, 6 April 2019

The deep love of wolves

The unbridled joy of companionship,
they nestle into each other as one,
their oath, written on ancient manuscript, 
their bond is stronger when they run. 

Their sense of belonging is beyond our knowing, 
when parted, no human can taste their grief.
Only a few of us have this harrowing,
If we find that call, will our love be that brief?
By Philip Waldron © 2019

The Landscape before the Veil

My hand slipped into her hand, held with fellowship and hope, that her soul will be lifted with the wings of love, and she will be united wi...