In your last days you held the rosary beads I sent you

I didn’t know until you told me that it helped you in the night

Now I’m wearing your shoes, and I’ve got a rosary the same as I gave you

I feel you are near

But now we aren’t allowed to meet in person

I won’t forget you

How can I forget you when you’ve always been here since I was one and a half years old?

I won’t forget you but something in the air tonight evokes you

If you are a comforting presence to those you left behind

That’s not a bad thing is it?

We can’t touch you or see you but we can send you we can almost feel you

The connection is very touching and tender

While I’m alive stay near me

What a blow it was to hear your diagnosis

And to know I could not take away your suffering

In the the pain was too much for you

And I didn’t want you to go on and suffering

I have never been so close to anyone in the last few years

Now we see through a glass darkly but then we shall see face to face

Cut sentences in half to solve the prison crisis

Well if we have to.

Cut a sentence in half.

How accurate does

This has to be?

Is it the number of letters

All the number of words which is used to determine

The middle of a sentence? 1

How accurate 

does it have to be?

I’m not sure what this has got to do with a prisons crisis but believe me if I write a very very long sentence or a very short sentence I did not really believe it’s going to make the slices difference to the 500 people put into prison after the orb was riots last summer in Southport and another areas mainly in the north of England.

What do you

Think?

A million children died,children of beloved renown.

Silent spite.

Holy rite.

Shepherds flocks.

Vicars frocks.

Three Wii Men.

We three Kings of Haunting and War.

Will you Kings donate your crowns?

Oh little drink of bed time cheer.

When will Horlicks get up here?

Faith of our Fathers,time for a rethink?

the Vatican hotline’s on the blink.

God test thee,holy gentlemen.

Wait till Jesus comes again.

Was Mary after a council flat?

Oh,yes,Joseph mentioned that.

God didn’t marry her, for if he had.

He’d have had to buy her,her own pad.

Fancy,Jesus is illegitimate.

Make sure he gets no benefits
.
Oh,mother’s mind is in full spate.

where will it all end at this rate?

Why did God not want to wed?

I don’t know,he never said.

But someone told me he is dead.

That’s just a rumour some nerd spread.

God is still in us today.

But something always blocks His say.

I spent my life with books on how to live
Then when death was near I really did
I saw the little smile on my friend’s face
I saw the shining eyes, the lost embrace
I gathered up these books and threw them out
I wasted time in thought and curious doubt
Let’s leave our heads alone and use our sense
To hear a bird sing to enthrall his spouse
To see a swallow dip and fly away\
To see a little orange butterfly
Sailing like a flower across the sky
The silken skin of children and their gl

What did all those sermons do?
Did they say he was a Jew?
Oh, Jesus.
Did he want the First Crusade
It is his blood the priest creates
Lord Jesus.
I don’t like the way things are
I am getting tired of war
Kill Jesus.
What has human wisdom done
From Wittgenstein to Abraham?
Cripes, Jesus!
Does research improve our lives
As for grants, the scholars strive?
Ask Jesus.
We may have chemotherapy
Radiation, history.
Where’s Jesus?
You’d think that after all the years
We’d have used up all our tears
Sweet Jesus.
Love your neighbour as yourself
Give 10 % of all your wealth
Aye, Jesus
.Do what’s better, not what’s worse
I see another fragrant hearse.
It’s Jesus.
See the plastic Crucifix
See him dying with dry lips
Bend your knees, confess your sins
Otherwise, the Devil wins
Not Jesus
.We destroy the good we hate
Envy writhes and with pride mates.
The progeny will wreck the earth
Eden’s burning as drones pass.
No, Jesus.No Jesus.
Know Jesus.

Evoking the beauty, the stars so far away,
I like to watch geese at the end of day.
Patterns and poems disclose other worlds.
Feel the hand of a baby with the fingers all curled

See the trust and the smile when the mother is home,
To create entire worlds for the one she has borne.
For chaos and panic or not far away
Even in adults who don’t care to say.

The little hands touch me so deeply, so well;
How come the world is diving to hell?
How can we kill little wains by the score
Was it for this that I opened your door?

Was it for this that love electrified us,
And we were lost in each other, in the holy white dove.
Was it for war that we gave love our wombs
Making more soldiers and filling more tombs?

The bombs are a-loading they’re having parades.
It’s not North Korea, it’s Washington, dude.
Let the tanks roll on Corrie and the Bedouin tribes.
Let the allies laugh blindly as the Lord Jesus dies.

O take me, dear mother.Please take me away
I can’t see no point in saying my prayers.
The leaders’ religions are making God frown.
The desert is empty, the tents all dragged down.

The centuries of living so free , so mobile;
The holy land blessing as they pause for while.
The little black tents like wombs of the night
Are all gone to shredders as we sing, Silent Night.

The cyclamen, the lily and the earth
The potted plants ,green leaves , distil the air
The lily is for peace. the rose for worth

Let no human live in pain or cursed
Let the golden light en-wrap them here
The cyclamen, the lily and the earth

The waxy flowers of cyclamen bring mirth
Bring gratitude in winter when all’s bare
The lily is for peace. the rose for worth

I feel my hands are reaching for a brush
The watercolour paints bring their allure
The cyclamen, the lily and the earth

Then I see a flower trod on and crushed
It seems to bleed like Jesus,tears my eye.
The lily is for peace. the rose for worth

Nature has its truth and so do I
Many times I weep, bewail and cry
The cyclamen, the lily and the earth
The lily is for peace. the rose for birth