Dreams

Annoyingly frustrating,

Absurdly irritating,

Hard to remember and you want to forget,

On occasion they are a delight to the mind,

Are they cruel visions or sight to the blind?

Dreams are demonic disturbance,

Rarely holiness visits us during sleep,

We must pray unceasingly to halt the demons fire, 

So their bullets bounce back and then wisdom we acquire, 

That we'll sleep deeper without that satanic touch, 

When purity enters our mind our lives improve so much. 

Though with greater purity we are attacked all the more, 

But with greater humility the devil knows the score, 

You cannot be touched, you cannot be broken, you cannot lose your faith, 

You are met by Angels not deaths scything wrathe, 

You are given life and shown mercy,

Fore power is in humility not violence, 

In the humble not the great, 

There you have a beautiful silence, The reward of rising early not an erratic mental state. 

The demonic, the dark powers that be, 

Will hide, will sear, from me they will flee, 

Fore at the forefront of thought is the sign of the Cross, 

Forehead, naval, shoulder and heart, 

Always from Him you'll never be apart. 

There is freedom

There is freedom within when you fight hard against sin and let life begin,

There is freedom without when you follow the path, 

When you know what life's about. 

Don't only lend a hand,

But lend your heart too,

Give and learn the act kindness and do not succumb to metaphorical blindness. 

To see is to hold the universe in the palm of your hand, to know history from beginning to end, that not everything is corrupt and tarnished, that the spirit never dies, that there is a better place, that there are good things to come, that hope keeps you alive and faith sets you free, and no matter what cruelty befalls you, the master of all is helping you, sustaining you and guiding you, and know that life has meaning, and life's meaning is the master, who protects you from all evil. 

Do not wait for human justice, fore that is time not well spent, but allow the marvelous work of the master to take place, with timing of unexpected perfection and unfailing and unceasing wonderment. 

That is why we ought not worry, 

When we follow a straight line from here to eternity, 

We are held by the hand like a child, 

And not led astray into deception, 

But led to the safety of home, 

Which is where the heart wants to be led, 

Follow your heart and be free!