Ask the Lord God for a sign.
Coming from the heights above.
We stumble and fail to tread a straight line.
Forgetting that always ultimately there is love.

I am at a Christmas celebration.
Immersed in Bach and Handel.
For a moment I have a clear vision.
All should be clear and well.

And then the doubts surface.
God as a stable baby , really.
Could anyone have looked God in the face.
I wonder questioningly.

But I sort of know , it’s true.
It really is the way for me and you.

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Will he give a sign
We wait and we pray for that
It takes a long time

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See Isaiah 7 : 10-14

Even from his mother’s womb.
He will be filled with the Holy Spirit.
We must always have hope from womb to tomb.
Whether or not we conceive ourselves to have any merit.

Both were worthy in the sight of God.
But they were childless.
Whatever our fate we are worthy in the sight of God.
Whether we are the greater or the less.

Zechariah , your prayer has been answered.
Your wife Elizabeth is to bear you a son.
All our prayers too one day will be answered.
We one day will be enveloped by rays of a celestial  sun.

We only have to pray and  somehow cope.
And we will be vouchsafed hope .

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From our mother’s womb
We’re filled with Holy Spirit
But we must have hope

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See Luke 1: 5-25

A voice that cries in the wilderness.
Make a straight Highway for the Lord.
Free us, we pray from all bitterness.
Let us draw deeper from our mind’s spiritual hoard.

We worry about when we die.
But it’s only the body that dies.
The soul , we hope, will stay spry.
Flying free from our bodies last cries.

And what of the mind dying.
But ninety percent of that is concerned with the body.
All that is left is our gift of loving.
And that’s enough to keep the soul steady.

So why fear our dying.
Because it’s a start of a new living.

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Wilderness crying
Make us Lord a straight highway
Now and for ever

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See John 1

If only you had been alert to my commandments you see.
Your happiness would have been like a river.
Your integrity like the waves of the sea.
To despair you always could have said a resounding never.

When I read these words of Isaiah.
I was bowled over once again by the strength of the poetry.
One sits there reading just thinking ahh….
Exploring in the spirit’s mind ever new territory.

And then again we read down the verses lanes.
Your children would have been numbered  like the sand.
Your descendants as many as its grains.
Isn’t this transporting us to a new celestial land.

And all this was written so long in the past.
But what a mighty poetical repast.

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Alert to commandments
Happiness like a river
Integrity waves

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See  Isaiah 48 : 17-19

A voice cries.
Prepare in the wilderness.
And we utter too our sighs.
In all our distress.

Make a straight highway.
For our God across the desert.
And we too find our own way.
Removing , we pray, all hurt.

Let every valley be filled in.
Every mountain and hill be laid low.
A chance for our destiny to begin.
So that we may in our spirit, grow.

Let every cliff become a plain.
And let us remove every stain.

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Prepare wilderness
And make too a  straight  Highway
Every hill laid low

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See Isaiah 40 : 1-11

A voice cries in the wilderness.
Prepare a way for the Lord, make his paths straight.
A God of compassion and tenderness.
And for him to come again , we wait.

They were baptised by him in the river.
Baptised with water, he will baptise with the Holy Spirit.
I once too stood by this river .
Once a place of hope and merit.

I wondered if I too could bathe, a spiritual  immersion.
The Jordan here is so enticing, like a stream back home,  narrow.
But now it is only a place of division.
A place of staggering heat  and sorrow.

But still you feel his holy presence.
An indefinable echo of the past and his essence.

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A faint past echo
Of a holy baptism
And we still hear it

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See Mark 1 : 1-8

When he hears he will answer.
He who is your teacher will hide no longer.
Yet how often do we pray yet receive no answer.
Still our praises we render.

When the lord had given you the bread of suffering.
He who is your teacher will hide no more.
Suffering though is often merely thinking.
Into his tender arms we just need our worries to pour.

You will see your teacher with your own eyes.
Whether you turn to right or left
We need to free ourselves from the mind’s ties.
Or we will be left bereft.

Then moonlight.
Will be as bright as sunlight.

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Suffering, thinking
Put yourself into his arms
And then just accept

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See Isaiah 30

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Sir, I am not worthy to have you under my roof.
Just give the word and my servant will be cured.
From our destiny we cannot stand aloof.
And then ultimately we will receive our reward.

St John Damascene.
Lived under the Umayyad caliphate.
He worked to save icons on the screen.
He accepted hate from the iconoclasts as his fate.

Will we walk humbly like the centurion.
Or act bravely  like St John.
Or will we just carry on.
Until what we hold onto is gone.

The centurion’s servant was paralysed.
But by his master’s faith, he was cured.

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I am not worthy
To have you under my roof
Said at every mass

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See Matthew 8: 5-11

Heaven and earth will pass away.
But my words will never pass away.
A time will come with night and no more day.
And about this,  our fears we cannot allay.

I think prayers can do good.
But perhaps mainly for the dead.
For they inhabit a spiritual  sainthood.
Their physical beings are shed.

Their earth has passed away.
But the word remains.
They are just a transcendent ray.
They have forever broken our chains.

But we should pray for them.
So they become a heavenly gem.

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Let’s pray for the dead
There is no consequence here
Only the spirit

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See Luke 21: 29 – 33

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Mene,  Mene, Tekel and Parsin.
God has measured your sovereignty and put an end to it.
You have been weighed in the balance and found wantin.
Your kingdom has been divided , it is writ.

One day our own writing will be on the wall.
God has measured our life and will put an end to it.
We will have been weighed in the balance and will face the call.
When it comes to death our life will not be divided from it.

But there is no prophet Daniel.
To tell us all this.
We have to guess , there is no manuel.
But we will know when something is amiss.

We stare at the wall .
But it is blank, so we think we can walk tall.

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We stare at the wall
Of course we see no writing
But be sure it’s there

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See Daniel 5

All these things you are staring at now.
The time will come when not a single stone will be left on another.
We follow through life after our own plough.
But we feel we are only here to suffer.

A friend has had a stroke.
One minute we’re planning for the future.
We thought we were as strong as the proverbial oak.
And then our whole life is about some suture.

Daniel said to Nebuckadnezzar you had a vision.
O King, you saw a statue.
We wait for the final collision.
But there is always hope that there will be something anew.

The Kings statue had feet of earthenware.
So let us too beware.

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The great King’s statue
Made of gold, still fell apart
And so too will we

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See Daniel 2: 31-45

She from the little she had.
Has put in all she had to live.
If we give all we have we never will be sad.
Of course , we never do, we just carry on.

I dreamt last night that I met my father.
Dead nearly 30 years but every feature clear .
I introduced him to a by passer .
Then he was gone but he told me to appreciate every day, my dear .

In my dream I asked the Virgin Mary to help my wife.
To transfer her leg pain to me .
Next morning I went for a run, fell over, my leg in pain,  that’s life.
Be careful what you ask for , you see.

We may not have much to give.
But it’s in giving that we receive.

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I met my father
How clear are the dead in dreams
As if never gone

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See Luke 21: 1-4