Articulations of grace
delivered by the convection of mercy
inside a conveyance of love.
One Creator of all things
Inscrutable, all-powerful Being
Whom every enlightened soul
Is compelled to worship
Through love and fear.
To be alive is to know Him
Whom is most real and vital.
The greatest blessing is that God endowed us
with the capacity to feel and understand love.
Whether we initiate or reciprocate – it is our drinking from
the aquifer of His compassion.
All are teachers of deeds
Exchanges of kindness supply
the remedy to spiritual weariness.
From foundations of frailty,
fatigue is transformed into fortitude.
Be witness to restraint between
the layers of the occult self.
Billowing blossoms of humanity
Graciously, an interracial bounty,
a development of beauty burgeoning within
God’s blessed garden.
A wiser world
widened in wonder
… awake and welcoming.
Universal trumpet signal of the Divine Phoenix’s rise
Every soul vital
Amalgam growth essential
Hear the Nightingale alighting upon a hollow reed to issue its melody.
View; step forward one
The limbs and arms take their skin of snow
enhancing beauty to forms of reach,
twist and curvature.
Taking form like a river
Contrasting with the mountain-dust dark.
Immoderate steps have blinded…
rains that bring no reins.
Deconstructed singleness brought together
Being oneself is not individual
– but a construction of separation by unifying parts.
Spume and punctuation
The five strides he first took towards God
were strained, slow-
centred in the past.
Marked by a flurry of memories.
One of those was seeing childhood
snow; beautiful, feathery ice
whipped off tree branches and
powdering the air with finest pixellation.
Choir of crickets noising the new dawn awake.
Butterflies and magpies flitting by impulse-itch –
Animals reacting by instinct, accepting roles in the whole dance of life.
Participants inside this evolving timeline, integral all and each buoyant.
Blending colours of the rainbow curl
like a kaleidoscopic whirl – into a
circle-half, the sky immersed in a
Around angles within an arc,
hues so vibrant… they copiously spark.
Into the sunlight moisture plays
– concentric colours by myriad ways.
Seen as a delightful friend… a visually enlivening, exquisite bend.
A talent of evil is that it can stay hidden
and then choose to not.
Wrong things happening
Amiss, not right
They won’t easily be contained – go back neat into a box, within a veil
Something wrong’s happening
Pride revealed in a robe of ignorance
… and… then there arrived a barefoot angel… came serving all with spiritual salves
of restorative balm.
God has put generosity into the human heart.
By property, ego sweeps its sword-edge
And shakes of its stubborn barbs.
Anonymous, it dislikes. Humility, it shrinks at. Selflessness it misunderstands.
Loving, thriving, compassionate community alienates ego.