A virtual wall stops grace from being shared
.The still,small voice no longer can be heard.
The sacred, silent space unoccupied
No burning bush nor tempest speak the Word.
We centre all our self on the absurd
For iPads cannot pass through any I.
The still,small voice no longer can be heard.
God no longer feels inclined to share.
The golden clouds of angels cannot fly
No burning bush nor tempest speak the Word.
The altar’s stripped, the rituals mere nightmares
.The ancient priest says Mass and wonders why.
The still,small voice no longer can be heard.
A virtual wall stops grace from being shared.
Jesus is made flesh and , silent, dies
No burning bush nor tempest speak the Word.
No man is an island,John Donne cried
But now there is no truth to satisfy
The still,small voice no longer can be heard.
No burning bush nor tempest speak the Word

At the very edge of human sight
Places we don’t go till in despair
Love is waiting like a golden light

The world in panic, will the virus bite?
Noone ever said this world is fair
At the very edge of human sight

Is there really danger of such might,
Where our hidden fears emerged dark ,bare
Love is fading where’s the sun, the light?

Panic like a virus can ignite
Responses that are worse than germs out there
At the very rim of human sight

Our defences that are usually adroit
Now lie like dead young soldiers unrepaired
Love is fading to a weaker light

The still,small voice is quieter than a bird
The storm is passing by, will it be heard?
At the very edge of human sight
Love is dying,looks like candlelight

Respect your own privacy and do not peer into your unconscious mind

If you are a psychoanalyst remember that there is a reason why things are unconscious.

Your unconscious mind will communicate with you in your dreams and if you don’t remember them wakeb up.

Developer piercing glare how to use if anybody trust the pry into your innermost parts

Do not kill anyone without a trial.

You’re not the judge not the jury

I hapve  heard  grass singing in  the wind.
I   have walked through poppy fields in  sun
I have  struggled  when dark rain descends

I have watched  trees’ shadows in the ponds
I have  crossed the  arctic wastes of pain
I have  heard  grass singing in the wind.

Another soul is writing  with my hand
I have  wept  while loaning him  my pen
I have   struggled  when dark rain descends

I have found  the edges  of the mind
I  have   sensed a  silence un-contained.
I have  heard  grass singing in  the wind.

I have  grieved for   all who are confined
I have  cringed at  creeds of  cunning  men
I have  crawled  when  crushing  rain  comes down

I have seen the storm  through camera lens.
I have felt the   solar system bend.
I have  heard  grass singing in  the wind.
I have  shuddered  when dark rain descends

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https://www.nytimes.com/2021/10/12/style/falling-in-love-again.html

https://jpawlak2.medium.com/discovering-your-unconscious-mind-44811080630a

https://www.moneysavingexpert.com/news/2023/january/nhs-prescriptions-annual-season-ticket-/

They lay down in awe and fear,
Of what their love was bringing near.
They gazed into each others eyes
And so did tantalise.
They lay down to gaze into
the eyes and soul of one who’s true.
They gazed until ,when overcome,
They were united into one.

Their souls and bodies were conjoined,
And thus their hearts were well entwined;
As honeysuckle on the walls,
In joy’s sweet arbours does grow tall,
Their loving lips and eyes and hands
Gave pause to time’s soft flowing sands.
and as they touched and gazed and longed,
The birds sa

ng out in glorious songs.

Which is me and which is you?
Are we one or are we two?
I give you all myself today,
So this shall be our way