The Tunnel

Leaving death,

Enter hope,

See glowing white light...

And remember life in a flash,

Drawing nearer to God as He beckons you with Love.

The Tunnel is entwined with Apple tree branches whose blossoms are in full bloom, birds chirp cheerfully a song of joyous victory as you walk amongst spring flowers rising to salute the Saviour. The wind gently blows behind you with encouragement, and on entering the Heavenly Kingdom an abundance of honey Bees greet you with a bow and a buzz of delight. 

Witness the beauty and magnificence of Paradise, where the table is always fully ladened, where heart is warmth, where hope and prayer on earth are realised in totality, where vices do not exist and sin is extinguished forever, here happiness dwells in the body, mind and spirit, and we experience perfected peace. 

The selfless Lord of hosts, the loving King of Kings, The Grace of the Holy spirit and your Father are with you with every breathe and every sight, the unseen becomes seen. 

Oh joyous Glory,

We give thanks with every beat of our hearts, till we meet our Creator with love and in love, then we sing songs of praise!  

The Enemy

By the canal I see Mallard Ducks and Moor Hen. I feel a fresh breeze and sense the forthcoming of a long lasting powerful ability. 

The reflections on the surface of the canal bring back memories of deep rooted ideas.

Ideas of energy, plans, and of constructing theories and thesis.

In my changing I change the world in entirety, I save thousands around me, the change is inner strength and peace, and with the spirit of peace comes salvation.

With the notion of the Golden Eagle and the Peruvian Condor, the Lion and the Jaguar, energetic forces of flight, fearsome stealth and strength, solidify my perception of my ideas.

Green Algae on the waters surface makes me wonder what lies beneath.

Light penetrates the water, but the murkiness hides the past, hides the life of fishes and insects, debris, rocks and stones.

A singular feather glides slowly by, past satellites, bricks and mortar, flags and flowers. The feather white in colour draws on the spirit of God, giving me protection and guidance.

Back come the Twelve Canada Geese from The Bridge, I know I will always be faithful and courageous like the Saint's. I bless the water around me and take out a chalice from my rucksack, dip it into the canal and drink it,

To me this is the drink of life, as faith is stronger than fear.

My greatest idea enters my mind, that of humility being the only force that destroys all forces of evil and darkness. 

By knowing I am weak, I'm given the strength to defeat the devil. Knowing we are in a spiritual battle here, of demons and Angels, of evil and good, on the scales my thoughts must be in the balance of good, but there will always be changes in the balance. 

I shudder, look up, and take a deep breath. This is not my idea, but the Truth of The Creator. We can be attacked at any time. Guard yourself. I kiss the Cross that is around my neck. I look around one more time then walk away. I'm mere earth and to the earth I will return. I crush the coke can I was carrying, put it back in my rucksack and  continue my pursuit of God. 

With the thoughts of being with the earth always in my mind, carrying my cross and knowing I will be tempted to my last breath, I must be forever repentant. On leaving home each day I must renounce satan, and have the prayer of the heart always on my lips to protect my soul. 

Put your trust in God. 

Defeat yourself and gain the Kingdom of Heaven. 

The Boxer

Life reminds me of the boxer in the corner of the ring, fighting to feed his family.

It's the only thing he's good at, but he's getting a beating!

His coach let's rip and tells him to look at the bigger picture, not only at himself, "Can't is not in your vocabulary Josh, Jesus is with you, Jesus Christ who is Victory! is watching over you! You hear me?! 

His chin rose, emotion and adrenaline followed...

From self doubt to trust in a split second!

Then the fight began.

Whether times are hard or gentle put your trust in God.

He is always in your corner. 

We Pray

With timing of perfection,

Jesus Christ provides His faithful

With Holy Justice...

From servitude to defiance +

From devastation to elevation +

From humiliation to serenity +

From cataclysm to the unfathomable, miraculous, beautiful power of His Grace!

This is why we live humbly,

That is why we bow our heads,

That is why we don't boast,

And we pray for His mercy...

DNA

By my DNA, I don't give up!

God created me in my mother's womb, 

God made me to withstand,

Withstand hurt,

Withstand trauma,

Withstand abuse and torment.

He enabled me to see, learn and correct myself and my life, through the way I think and through the way I feel.

He made me Strong,

Resilient 

& Determined.

"I can't" is not Christian,

"Fore everything is possible with God".

As we are all made by Christ's Loving Hands, this is how we ought to think and this is how we ought to feel. 

His strength holds me up when I am weak and low,

His strength raises me up when I am down and in despair,

His strength gives me life when I am near to death.

My DNA is fashioned by The Creator of and Sustainer of the universe,

How can I give up?

How can I surrender?

How can I relent?

Never!!!

Golden Sun

As the Divine Spark signals life,

As a heartbeat signals the circulation of blood around our bodies,

As love is the essence of God.

As a bird returns to the nest with food for the chicks, 

God will never forget us.

God will return upon a cloud in Glory, therefore...

Never worry, never fear, never be scared or anxious , God is coming to save us all!

As God is good,

God is love,

As He created us out of love,

As He came down from the highest place to be with us out of love,

As He willing sacrificed Himself out of love,

As he rose from the tomb and destroyed death by death and bestowed life upon us all out of love.

Christ conquers, not by war, not by missiles or guns,

But by love,

By love He gives us True freedom in His Eternal Kingdom,

If we knock, it will be open to us,

With kindness and warmth, 

With the ultimate strength and power,

With magnificence and wonderment,

With beauty and miracles,

With touching our hearts so we change our minds,

There is no control,

There is no brainwashing,

There is no conforming,

For my Lord and my God is LOVE...!!!

Come all you who are weary and troubled and he will give you rest,

Come all you with hardness of heart and overthinking,

Put your hope and trust in Him and He will bring you peace!

As the blood moon vanishes like smoke in the wind, the Golden Sun rises

And the Son of Man gives us life! 

The Final Stretch

As I walk the dry sandy bed of the Red Sea, my feet light and determined, 

I notice God waiting at the other end,

As our eyes meet I know that I was meant to be here at this perfect time.

I came into the world to help, I came to encourage, I came to embrace others with passion,

If I reach there before too late, I hope for His embrace.

A whimsical sigh or a sad goodbye is not for me, 

My fist aloft, I salute before falling to my knees, 

I sob before His almighty love and forgiving power,

I do not hide, I do not cower,

But I look Him straight in the eye, but only with relief and love, 

And I cry out with shaking and fervent force, "my Lord and my God!"

As my steps quicken and my heart begins to pound flowers grow beneath my feet, 

Daisies, Dandelions and Chamomile, an aromatic pasture between shiny pebbles.

For a moment I feel weak, short of breath, but He reminds me that no goodness is without being near to death,

And God's ways are mysterious and perfect, unparalleled in the human race,

Repentance is a marathon and a sin is not a fall from Grace.

As I rise to full strength once again and finally grasp where I am,

I see Him the King, with His Crown, standing in front of me above the clouds, 

He lifts me up to higher heights and tells me that I am safe and well,

He tells me that I'm good and not on my way to hell,

He holds my hands and shows me to the place I long to be,

My faith is realised when I see what I see in front of me! 

Therapy

You sit on a chair in front of a person, just like you, 

Do they know everything about life? 

Can they give true advice and teach you a better existence? 

How much do you pay them or is it free?

These "experts" don't know how to manage their own mentality let alone other people's.

Those that feel they gain from therapy feel they need "help", so they seek out a suitable candidate who presses the right buttons and flips the correct light switch. 

But, therapists are flawed too, with their own issues, hang ups, psychological traumas, power trips and manipulative behaviours.

But, they give an honest and subjective account of your life and mindset?

But, through our own experience we find out who we are and what we need!

The greatest therapy is formed when in coming to know yourself and life, and it may take a long time, that we know that we need true humility, goodness and truth, and that the suffering we experienced leading us to seek help is good for us and not detrimental.

Suffering is good.

We are brainwashed into thinking suffering is bad, this is not true. You can't run away from it, suffering refines and purifies our heart and our soul. 

You just have to gain the strength from outside yourself, from up on high to see better times, and see that suffering did you good. 

Be thankful for the good things in life and give God Glory for all the good things!

Menace to Society

Fight like a Greek,

Don't conform,

Be who you are,

Don't listen to the fat cats and top dogs, the money makers and deal breakers.

Dance the waltz even if they are playing Reggae.

Wear sandals and a balaclava in the snow.

Smoke a pipe nonchalantly and inhale, if you want.

Walk like a hunchback or parade like a crazy man, if you feel like it.

If they say jump, you tell them to jump first.

If they say this is right, I say it's wrong.

If they say this is good for you, I ask but how much does it cost?

Freedom is inside,

Don't let anything control you,

Nice is ok, but goodness is great,

Like Diogenes, tell the most powerful men to move into the shade, as they block the Sun's rays,

Like Socrates said, "Know Thyself" and question everything. 

Like Leonidas, never give up, even if it means death, fight to your last breath.

Like the unfathomable revolutionary genius of the Sermon on the Mount, spoken by God Himself, open your heart and mind to goodness and humility, and Grace. 

Break the stones and shatter the chains,

Pain is not weakness, mental or physical,

Not how I see it, as you become closer and closer, and closer to that which matters!

Rain, Rain

Rain rain go away, come again another day, 

the darkness still envelopes us, the cold brings chills and sickness, 

rain everywhere and effecting everything,

increasing agitation and quickness, rain rain such a stain, but don't blame the rain for your mental pain!

There are always things to do,

To get you through

the tedium of a long day,

Mental power and agility overrides boredom and incapability,

A moment of huff and puff is eliminated by grabbing your thoughts by the scruff, 

Your neck and back may be weary, as are your eyes, but if you can hear, hear and listen to tails and wonders of the past and make them last.

Listen to the tunes of your soul,

The ting and tang, and ping and pang of percussion in rhythm, 

The zip and zap of beats and bops, and go with it exploding and exploring dance and rhyme.

Make those bells chime in your heart and your spirit will lift, and after not so long the rain will shift and the Sun will rise again and bless us with beautiful rays and warmth, and growth and energy of a different and higher kind.

So, don't mind too much, as the circle of life also carries a cross at times, but as the Sun is resurrected and brings new life, our steps become easier and the weight less to bear. 

So don't care too much for too much rain, but look forward with gratitude to brighter days and be filled with longing and joy!

The Corner Stone

I give money to the Irish beggar outside my Church, who receives gladly,

But the homeless Hispanic man outside my house rejected The Corner Stone when I offered Him to him.

Though he stole my neighbours' umbrella, he didn't take what I gave him as "it doesn't belong to me" he said. 

I pray for the homeless man,

I hope he is ok,

I hope he has found faith.

Never reject The Corner Stone brethren, never, fore He is the only one who saves your life. He is greater than food and drink, and warmth and rest. 

Even when sleeping rough,

Even when intoxicated with the passions,

Even when down and out for the count,

Even when as high as a kite and away from the light,

Even when inebriated with pride, 

Even when all hope is lost, 

Even when the darkness takes over,

Never reject The Corner Stone.

He is the solid foundation of life,

He is Hope when everything else fails,

He is Strength and the strengthening and refining process for your soul,

He is the Freedom of the open door to the cage and welcoming warmth of Home,

He is the Lamp in the night and the Torch of safety, 

He is the guiding Hand and the Bridge to a better way,

He is the giver of Life.

He is not money, He is God,

But He is wealth and riches, and treasure,

He shines and glistens, 

He bends for us from up on high,

He bends, but never breaks,

He bends, but never folds,

He is The Corner Stone!

When Men were Men

Having had a large glass of Ouzo,

Roll up on the edge of his lip,

Top shirt button undone and hair swept to the side, he feels the Bouzouki vibes as sweat collects on his long tash,

The epitome of nonchalant and carefree,

His Movements are silk as he glides on the dancefloor with ease,

Greek blood pulsates through his body as he extends his arms for the Hassapiko, with slow and masculine steps he improvises with sheer enjoyment like an artist with a brush painting his most beloved and familiar scene, his body is perpetual poetry.

He fills the atmosphere with passion and zest like all those times back in the day when Men were Men!