Random thoughts on the journey
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
Furrows chiselled by winds and the ages a lifetime of love and travail. Bright eyes tell many tales Deep and young as today Ruddy, sunken cheeks in contrast fail. Waning, winding slowly down sparkles of the fire of youth still shine memories, tales of yore, of love and the songs of childhood. Don't let go; … Continue reading For the old man
The blossoms cascade at the slightest breeze. Let them fall. Seeds that fly and swirl and dance, a dandelion sheds its fruits. Let them fall. And autumn's leaves in auburn tones. They fall. All bring new life for the falling.
You want it all, you call my name. I fear I'll never be the same. You confront me in her pain; It is there that I see your face. You call me to a deep embrace, with the leper deep within.
Some to reap where others sowed both by grace inspired. For those who see the kingdom come many are they that conspired. Never to know the heroes call. No adulation, no podium. But workers for the kingdom all and the crown of glory waits. For those who sew the seed by grace through your eyes … Continue reading The Harvest
Waiting. McMuffin breakfast and coffee. Music playing: doesn't make the coffee taste any better. U2. Consoling, familiar: "In the Name of Love." Imago Dei - the crucified. Love's true name. Tears. Fighting back the sobbing. Why? For my pain? For hers, for my friends? It's all in a weave. Drawn to Him as he hangs. … Continue reading Waiting…
Damaclesian steel. Violent in movement, back and fro. Set to create chaos as it swings To watch, helpless, havoc wreaked. The delicate balance, so fragile it seems, disturbed, upended, uncertainty reigns. Only memory recalls that all will be well that equilibrium will return again. The form is all gone, the foundations shaken Routine … Continue reading more on COVID 19
Paul Russell: Musings 