Proleptic Cherubicon

The Angels saw The Lamb
Way up in the sky
They looked up at Him
And asked why...

"We are supposed to be there too,
Singing Holy! Holy! Holy! What are
We doing down here right now,
for we long to be with You"

"Down there you are more useful,
Than you could ever know.
Guardian angels and Archangels fighting
The good fight."

The Angels only knew peace, for
that's the way they always faced.
Their faces beamed with Grace and
Love that only comes from above.

The Angels saw The Lamb,
Way up in the sky
They looked up at Him
And knew they ought to try

"Okay, well we will sing down here,
Holy! Holy! Holy! We long to be with
You, but we now see that
You are here too"

"Fight the good fight, but only use
peace. Protect all and light their way,
so they too can find Me wherever
they may be"

"Holy! Holy! Holy! In the darkness, in
the light, in the day, or in the night.
You are always there. What a
Revelation! You are always there. We
sing Holy! Holy! Holy! For You are
with us everywhere, everyday and are
Infinite in Your time, love and prayer."

"What a revelation! We are here right
now, but we are also with You!"

Thankful for Grandpa

Thankful!

A wonderful man

Showed so much 

By his example

Of Love

For others

He passed down what he knew

The wind in the trees 

Will pass on his words

To the next generation

And so on and so forth

How does remembrance work?

Love!

Love is to remember

I heard this once before

Love is to remember 

And I will go there more and more

To that place of remembrance

I will remember the love

I will cherish

His voice

His stories

And I will pass them on

In love.

No one is perfect

But Love 

True love

From above

Sent down to us

Through HIS Son

Down to US

Is revealed

By people such as this

In the way he lived

In any part lacking

Is completed

And fulfilled

In the truth

And completeness

Of Our Lord

Thankful!

On this day of thanksgiving

I give thanks

For his love

And his presence

In my life

And in the life of those around me

Life is amazing,

How we are formed, 

How we are each unique

And I'm thankful for him

My grandpa

Thank you grandpa for being you! 

No drought in Love

Do you believe in hope, my friend?
Do you believe in hope!
It’s not beyond belief
Or beyond relief
I tried to send that message
In the bottle
But I didn’t know if you received it
I hoped you would
You didn’t know
On the other end
It was sealed
Open it up
Inside is a note
A few words of love
Meaning so much
In so few
In and out
Like dew for a doe
Lapping it up
Every last drop
What was inside?
Not water
But you took it as such
Every last word
With meaning
You understand
There won’t be a drought
In the bottle
There won’t be a drought
In this Love
In the bottle
That travelled across the sea
The water was gone,
But the source still
Was there
And ever
And always
Until the end
Which is
 Just the beginning
Of time
To the ticking heart.

Equipped with Love

Don’t despair,
Care!
In a life
Where people
Are attempting
To diminish meaning
In their ignorance
There is but one answer
And that is Love!
Genuine Love!
Love of peace
Love of neighbour
Love of earth
Love!
It’s not cynical
To Love
It is not pointless to Love
Love within your heart
Towards yourself
Allow it to reflect out
Accept the Love
From above
To ensure
Be assured,
You are well equipped with Love

Beast

The beast was stunted
In the growth of the mind
That could not find
The place
Where those before him lay
The history lost
Only one beast left
Where did he come from?
Only the memory of himself
Nothing to pass on
Nothing to be passed on.
How did this happen?
Why was he a beast?
What’s in a name,
For any other name
Would not be
As bitter…..
As brittle…..
Seemed so strong
But most fragile of them all
The beast
On his own
Where is the beauty?
How does it come from within,
When all that surrounds
Is dried up?
Drought
Is the soul of the beast
Dried up too?
Questioning etiquette
Treatment of another
Not knowing how
Because alone
Never taught
How will the beast
Learn?
How will the beast
Fight instinct,
While at the same time
Embrace it?
Isn’t at least part of him
Part of him?
Or does the beast need
A complete rejection of self?
To put on a new exterior
To match the possibility
Of a new interior
Not inferior
Not an imposter
But a more true
Inner self
That ever existed
In the history of himself
If there is a history now,
What will it be made of?
How does the beast move forward?
The beast can continue
To devour
To waste
Everything in sight
Or intrinsically
Perhaps maybe
Somwhere within, at least
There may be a purity
Not yet found
And innocence within
Offer up the incense beast
only he himself can

Save the Clarity

In a Life
Where seas matter

The matter is the fact

There is no question

Of it purpose

Just a fraction

Of the earth

That makes up most

Of even those

That on it dwell

Water!

Thirst for

Clean in

Clean with 

Live in

Made up of

Of course it is not still

It waves in beauty

It ripples and effects

Across the world

To the other side and back again

When the sea is not

Where it started

It may have been moved

By someone's tears

Or spread by the stream or creek

It may have fallen fresh

From the sky

Or from an eye

Filtered the salt out

It falls

It may be recycled

Yet it is appreciated as though new

The rain from the sky

Where did it take its moisture!

From lakes, from tears

From perspiration?

Desperation

To save

That which humans

Are made up of

Body of water

Our body holds much water 

We mustn't waste it

Otherwise we become the waste

Treat the water

As you want to be treated 

Don't become waste

Appreciate the clarity 

Where is the surface?

We are living in stillness
Yet forever moving
Never ceasing
To create time
In our lives
For important and unimportant
The line is thin
Often barely visible
It’s still there
But it often becomes blurry
The lenses have malfunctioned
And clarity is lacking
Like polluted water
The bottom
Can no longer be seen
Is the bottom the beginning
Or the surface where we see?
The surface almost always
Gets paid the most attention
Yet the layers create what
Really exists
Inside, down and out
A breath
Is in and out
The blood flows this way too
Inhale and exhale
Within the stillness
And in the creation
Of what is larger
The skin is thick
But the heart is soft
Ponder upon the good