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MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Through The Wall’

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Through the wall

New day comes
With a caveat
One must be alive
To experience it

New realities
New encounters
New freedom
New energy
New breath

Seeing through the wall
A torch beaming at the hole
Light passing through
Shining on the other side

Bright letters on the wall
‘Live your truth’
Come out of the darkness

There is more light inside
Such is the reality of ourselves
There is more light inside

The wall is just a veil
That awaits to be undone
As the cold stones crumble

The pile left at our feet
Speaks of the truths discovered
Uncovered mysteries

Shadow in the bright light
Takes on a new form
Being of no substance
Pure evaporated air

Queuing at the counter
The present moment uncertain
Memories taking us forward
Into the passing time

Time to reflect and
Enlighten any shadows

MIDNIGHT POETRY -“What If”

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WHAT IF

What if there is no need for panic
If fear knocks leave him at the door
What if all there is – is in order

What if the sky is still blue
And the sun still shines daily
When you go out you can breathe

What if we are overreacting
And death is normal part of life
When it comes it takes us with her

What if there is no certainty
But we live in an illusion of control
Needing to hold the rains of life

What if life speaks a language
We don’t seem to understand
Yet are able to learn in silence

What if the road to hell leads through our mind
Take a U turn and stop at the traffic lights
Open the sunroof and let your hair out into the wind

Back into sanity

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Awakened Beauty’

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She was hidden
Behind a pile of rubbish
Until the discovery
Of its golden centre

As she dag deep
Her hair fell forward
Her hands felt the dirt
Of unresolved past

Fountain of pristine fluid
Washed away all the muck
Once again and forever
She felt fresh and new

Her hair smooth and shiny
Her face full of laughter
Plainly in sight
The well lived lines

Breaking inside
Walls shattering
Open space created
Freedom to breathe

Her pulse got back
Slowly catching breath
Emerging from deep sleep

Awakened beauty

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘The Cry From Straw bale’

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Crying baby
In a straw bale
Side of donkey
Sheep and horse

Mum named Mary
Breastfeeding Josh
Kings in dresses
Show up uninvited

Holly Jesus
Unaware now
What a path
He has chosen

Gifts of Gold
Deadly Myrrh
Sacred Frankincense
For family to prosper

Who would have thought
Without a man’s doing
There appeared a baby
On the grounds of Bethlehem

Holly Jesus
Unaware now
What a path
He has chosen

Until he grows up
Out of step fathers nest
Loved by his mother
Protected from evil

Once the time is right
He will give his life
Bless his family
Leave behind his friends

No man on this Earth
Reached higher and deeper
His aura, breath of influence
Permeate all people