Random thoughts on the journey
Hollow, aching,perspective - fading.anchors lost in storms. Waves unending,life upending.In the depths the light is gone. Asphyxiating, overwhelming,closing in.In the silence, shadows fail. Grasping, groping,rage is forming.Hold on! Tooth and nail! Peace will come.
May the angels gather 'round youAnd the cherubim sing sweet.May they carry you on eagles wingsto where the saints shall meet. Time is kind to those who seekto look upon His face.where pains and hurts and trials will ceasein that celestial place. When the scroll is rolled and gathered upand the span of days secure.then … Continue reading Our hope and consolation
“Don’t ever ask me to do that again!” Jim heard the message: “Loud and clear, bro! Loud and clear!” “I’ve never seen him so angry” he would later confide to Dorothy. “It is as though the whole thing was some sort of violation of his person.” Jim was one of those poor souls who always … Continue reading On Windmills
Wavy shadows over the blue line.Motionless rectangles: a million faces looking up to the light.All shapes and sizes gliding overhead. Kick and glide, hand over hand repeating,Worries of the world washing off in the wake,only to return in time,the nepenthean effect never lasts. Oh! but for a time! A brief escape!Rhythm's monotony soothes away.Sounds of … Continue reading Not to cross the road
“There be dragons there!” loud came the cry In ancient times There piled the dead who wandered by Who did not the legends know. For myths and legends fill the mind Who won, who lost, who died. In all the battles tween beast and man Only the young and brave survived. When Sigurd … Continue reading On Dragons
Burning. Cleansing, soothing.Drawing out the pain and bruising.Stimulating: new growth.Cells renewing, coursing, streaming. Light in the dark places.Naming; calling.Turning around - first ginger stepstowards the dawn. Feast of St Peter and St Paul June 29, 2020.
Burn my eyes to future days,unfolding: rolling onwards as the clouds.Hidden meanings behind the veil.Protected, nurtured for their day. Day by day rolls out like carpet;sinewed meshings, moments all linked.Unfurled like a clockwork machine.No room for the anxious to know. If! Only if! A tiny window, a sliver of light.A single star in a blackened … Continue reading For tomorrow
"I'm never going out again!'hope the daylight never comes!"I snuggled under covers warm,my darkened fort against the dawn. The day brings hurt and piercing painI'll never take that risk again.The goblins, trolls can go awayand all of those that haunt the day. "I'm with you!" A small voice cried."Stay here with us and hide!""the rain … Continue reading The arrow of the day
O little room so dimly lit, yet comfort comes within. To free me with celestial light, from darkness and from sin. Soft-spoken there are words that fall and tell Him of my sorrow. And joy and freedom follow on: et ego te absolvo! O little room I gaze upon the cross upon your wall. Of … Continue reading Confession
Parched and dry,left to die.Life finds a path, watered, baptised.After Orleans, Courage mon brave! Heal the earth, cleanse the air.Come Holy SpiritTake the pain, salve the griefand make us new again. Breathe life! Life matters! Pentecost 2020
Paul Russell: Musings 