Dreams of re-uniting

(Song Lyric)
Dreams of dreams, a-rolling round my head.
Shades of sunlight burning through the haze,
Are signs of life, a life away from me.
‘cos how, how do I talk to you,
when you’re not there.

Endless days of carefree play ineffably sublime.
Time moved by time, devoid of my mind
Are signs of love, a love abandoned me.
‘cos how, how do I hold you,
when you’re not there.

You turned my energy into suppressed anxiety,
Agony and pain become the order, of reality.
Of reality…..
Like the sun in the distance, I became enslaved,
I become enslaved.

As I look out my window at the world going by.
At the shades of my kind as the free walk on by.
My life moves on, a path of endless turns,
‘Cos I, I will live on from you,
When you’re not there.
When you’re not there.
When you’re not there.

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War

(Song lyric)

In the wind that blows so cold,
The veils of a million widowed.
All float upon the same side
As the myriad tears do fall
Of a million sorrows fall
In one stream glide
In one stream glide
You’re on the same side.

Divided sons fight on fight on
You lacerate humanity
And tare apart the earth
And create such hostility
In vain, such misery
When will you learn
When will you learn
You’re on the same side.

In the earth
In union
As one
One hope, one faith abide
The brothered dead lay cheek to cheek
Their bones slowly turning to dust
Their bones slowly turning to dust

What would they say
What would they say
They are no more…..

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I found myself on a beach in Holywood

I met myself anew on the beach of Holywood
That amongst the turns, driftwood and plastic bottles,
Fanned by the fresh air and chill of a January day,
I encountered my pain – again self-neglected.

Why do I – resident of busy cities,
Always end up living on the outside edge of me,
That in the pretense of business,
Avoid living from my centre,
The place of ordinariness,
Of joy and pain
The place where I can fully live of God

When will I learn,
That living on my edge
Impoverishes my soul
Starves my vitality
Reducing me to a hell of self-loathing
And inner despair

In this sunny Irish day,
My God brings me up short
Applies a kick to my stubborn backside
Creation draws me back to the centre
As the Spirit of God shouts at my deaf ears
To open my senses – to see what is before me

So for now it is pain
Tomorrow it will be relief
That again I engage with me feelings
And feel human again,
Balance and peace will be restored tomorrow

As I feel the cold water
The grit of sandy beach
The shells of discarded life
The smell of decaying seaweed
The taste of salt

I again encounter Grace
The divine made present
That shouts to me to listen
To be loved, to be cherished
To belong when I am in exile
To trust when I feel lost
To believe when I feel liminal
To see when I am broken
To hold when I am lonely
To seek when I feel judged

Our great God, that beckons me
Draws me to my core.

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