BREAKING THE CHAINS

Sometimes it is best to leave

The chains that lock up freedom

Though said to be for our  protection

Blind eyes see through the deception

As the light shines

Into the darkness of evil

Presented by another name

Our souls were not meant to be chained

Nor our heart’s love

Freedom awaits us in diverse places

Where the sky meets the earth

And we dwell in the place of liminality

Where the veil is rent in two

Breaking the chains of earth

CHAINS VERSUS OPEN FIELDS

Yesterday we ended up at Black Bank, a wide open space with big skies.  In front of us as we sat, was the hugest open field you could ever imagine.  Lincolnshire, England.  The Harvest is done and the fields are ploughed now, ready to be planted with something again.  From emptiness to eventual fullness.  But I relived beautiful times there.  Like the time the ospreys stayed for a week on their way back to warmer climes.  Two flew very low over my head one day, to my sheer amazement and delight. I could see their beautiflul colours underneath them.  Such beautiful birds.
And I remembered the four crows we once saw doing a dance in the field.  So funny.
But we had gone there from the little church where I like to go to think.  It now has chains inside it, to prevent you going places in it. It is so tiny anyway that eight people seem to fill it.  So with the chains as well now, it has a horrible feel.  The locked door for most of the week feels terrible too.  Not how a church should be.  Then, the other day there were Notices everywhere.  You weren’t allowed to do anything at all.  Plus there was a QR Code on the gatepost of the church.  We had had enough.
The wide open spaces of Black Bank, where the birds can fly free revived me. No chains there. Just pure freedom.  
I do not think that God, if there is one, wears chains!  Or IS chained!

SUMMER IN THE SHOPPING MALL

I wrote this back in early July. Nothing much has changed except that they have stopped the fountain again, and everyone is wearing masks. There is little smiling going on, or relaxing outside Costas, though the tables are there. No takers! What a weird summer. Let’s hope for better days!

I sat today in the shopping mall
The music was blasting out
As if to say things were normal again
Lulling us into a stupor

The music was blasting out
The fountain was doing a dance
Lulling us into a stupor
In front of an empty Costas

The fountain was doing a dance
It didn’t have an audience
In front of an empty Costas
One or two people passed by

It didn’t have an audience
Kids were in short supply
One or two people passed by
Faces set emotionless

Kids wre in short supply
Everyone socially distanced
Faces set emotionless
Grassy banks eerily empty 

Everyone socially distanced
Shopping matter of fact
Grassy banks eerily empty
Queues snaking round the mall

Shopping matter of fact
No one laughing and talking
Queues snaking round the mall
Flower shop hardly blooming

No one laughing and talking
Even in summer colours
Flower shop hardly blooming
Lavender dying down

Even in summer colours
Everyone’s face was drab
I sat today in the shopping mall
Music was blasting out

GARDEN OF LOVE

You walk in ghostly silence
In this garden of love
Where eternity falls from the skies
Wrapping us in its glory
Though in body you are not here
We know we need not bodies
For love eternal to thrive
I see the trees and feel the breeze
And know that it is you
I hear your voice
And feel your gentle caress
And know that all is well
In this garden of love

THE LOCKED DOOR

The door to eternity was locked that day
As a deadly disease stalked the land
Grief filled my heart and my joy was gone
All in a moment while little lambs played
Green were their pastures black was my earth
I felt that day that my grave had been dug

Is eternity still behind the door?

I had been there so many times before
Seen inside the light in the dark
Now it seemed that all light had gone
And the world had become a fearful place
Many were dying and many more would
While eternity dwelt behind the locked door
No hand held out to help them through
The door to compassion locked even in death

Is eternity still behind the door?

No answer comes to the question asked
The whole wide world is turned upside down
Many more doors have now been locked
All we can do is live with the pain
And hope that relief will soon come to our world
And disease no longer stalk the land

Is eternity still behind the door?

VENITE ADORAMUS DOMINUM

In the churchyard
Graves stand tall
Angels guarding stand

Peace pervades air
Laden with grief
Sighing a goodbye

Death defies us
Life answers back
Its own victory

The door opens
Crossing the threshold
Into past times

I hear voices
Distant but clear
Speaking their truth

A bell sounds
It is time
Venite adoremus dominum