Shine on bright star,
Shine on. Rise up high To the heavens of your calling. Sparkle. Take your glow To pastures new. To your second life, eternal. Your work here is done kind Sir. Your gold dust has settled In hearts and minds Of many earthly beings. It's time for you to beam In your own realm For yourself With your own God. Know that you have loved, well. Know that you have been loved, deeply. Know that your patience, kindness and service to others Has landed and spread wings where you have touched. Oh darling bright star Rest. Enjoy, up high. I shall see you Looking over me As you always have. And smile with endless love and tenderness For you will never leave me. Your bright star With continue to glow In my heart, my body, my life and the lives of others. You have shown me so much Bright star It is time for me to spread my wings And let you go, And it's time for you to glow.
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Where are you?
Yesterday you were here You were vibrant Normal. Healthy. Alert. Where are you? This morning you were here Having breakfast In your normal morning routine. Where are you? At lunchtime you were here Before your 2pm daily dog walk Striding over the Downs. Where are you? At supper you were here Before sitting as usual To watch your evening programs. Where are you?! At 11pm you were not here. Now. Tomorrow. The next day. Ever. How? Why? I want to tell you about how much I'm enjoying your book. I want to see you chomping your breakfast. I want to see your beautiful marked hands spreading marmalade on your toast. I want to see the way you gently shake the weatabix out of the packet, slowly, as only you could. I want to smell you. I want to see the bush of hair in your nostrils. I want to see you in bed, lying, as I do, flat on your back with covers up to your chin. I want to see your flat fingernails on your slow-moving rhythmically calm fingers. I want to hear your tread on the landing going to the bathroom. I want to hear the pressure of your hand on the door handle, identifiable as a finger print. I want to see your back, standing at the sink, doing the washing up. I want to watch you clipping your nails. I want to hear you whisper 'nite nite' as you quietly go to bed. I want to see you ho into your biscuits with your afternoon cup of tea. I want to hear you say quietly, gently 'on your bed Oppie' when she comes for a stroke under your hand at the computer. I want to have our 'non conversation' when I ask how you are, because you are always fine. I want to hear you say 'pruning the hedges' when I ask what you've been up to. I want to hear you fill me in on Ma's dog achievements. I want to see you wince, when I again put 'too much' water in the kettle. I want to share personal things with you. I want to experience your stiff upright hug. I want to hunt for conversation topics that interest you so that we can talk. I want you. Where are you? I love you. I know you know but I want to tell you, again. Where are you? Today
Today my world changed A shackle came off my heart. Despite not being directly affected My being opened up … To liberty. To hope. To humanity. Today is momentous. Today my heart is warm Bubbling with excitement Brimming with friendship To all people, who should all be equal. Today surely, the world will grow. Edgily, imperfectly sometimes; but forward. We breath a sigh of relief We smile with twinkling eyes We hug and see within people Today. People gay, straight, whatever, whoever Come together In a public and legal recognition Of human rights. Of liberty. Of recognition of human connection. Today will never be like yesterday People of the same gender can EXPECT To be treated as equal, instead of hope You are equal. We are equal. Today, I’m proud of the world I live in. What a strong, positive statement when so much in our world is wrong. Today, a wrong was put right. Today. What can be achieved tomorrow? Robert
You bugger. You cheeky spirit Your quip, your lip Drips like honey And leaves its trail A thick blanket of goo Covering your thorns Protecting your impact. You bugger. Robert You king. You stubborn lion You rock of Gibraltar There. Definite. Big. Grand. Leaving your trail As you swish your four-wheeled tail In your various chariots Through the land. You king. Robert You lover. Of life, of love, of heart, of song Of Janey. Such deep love. For your darling, your torch. You’ve left your trail. In your friends’ hearts With deep grooves Full of you, for ever. You lover. Robert You gentle spirit You breeze, you cloud Floating through life Touching gently down Sugar dusting your trail As you reinvent And start again A child in a toyshop. You gentle spirit. Robert You bumble bee of life For today, not tomorrow Humming along, happy as can be Picking up new pollens to try Not aware of your trail Such energy, directed forward Never back Singing your own song You bumble bee of life. Robert You friend of such heart Your truth shone through Safe. Real. An open ear, a watchful eye. Your gentle presence Your trail of smiles Your wine in hand Your laugh singing out You friend of such heart. Robert You rest, in peace No more pain to fight No more fear and regret to face No more sadness at leaving You’ve left your trail. With us. You were alive, so alive In every way, in every day You always will be, in OUR lives You rest. In peace. Robert. Thank you Robert. For your life. Your cheek. Your love. Your heart. Your vibrance. Your courage. Your fight. Your depth. Your laugh. Your fun. Your welcoming. Your strength. Your truth. Thank you for sharing you and making such an impact. In your life. Father Christmas is coming to stay
With Rudolph and his jingling sleigh The reindeer can bed down in the hay But where will Mr Christmas stay? He can’t sleep on his bulging sack With presents digging in to his poor old back And up the chimney will bring a sneezing attack We’d never hear the end of the flack. I’ve heard that Mr Christmas likes a drop And that it’s guaranteed to make him stop And rest, around his worldly hop Maybe being tipsy will help him flop. Oh dear, this really is a tricky riddle We’ll just have to pop quickly down to Lidyl To lace Father C’s midnight nibble And get him right royally tiddled. When he’s suffering the effects of our ware He won’t have a worry or a care Where he lays his soft white hair Or whose bed it is that he can share. In fact, it’s when he’s wobbly and lolloping And finished all his Christmas frolicking That we can gently make sure he drops in To his very own Christmas stocking. Yes, it’s here that he can snore aloud With his body cocooned and his head still proud Dangling off the chimney round And where on Boxing Day morn he can be found. That’s where Mr Christmas can stay And he will never ever get away From his stocking cocoon. By the way? Did I tell you Father Christmas is coming, TO STAY! Freedom is here
It has descended and enveloped itself Around my body Like a soft blanket. Within my bones, It trickles and pulses through. My life source of being. I have been freed Layers have been stripped off Like onion leaves Pain and learning has ripped through me Leaving its scorched virginal soil after the fire. Underneath is baby skin Soft and not abrased And unlike previously It won’t be lost, because I’m free, because I’m me. I feel free I laugh from mirth not nervousness Or when I do, I catch myself And take over, from within, once more. There’s no stress, tension or taut rope Instead there’s a wide grin Now when my body and mind yet again collide My soul is open and is no longer shrivelled. My feelings are free They are deep, strong and true No longer do I care what people think of me Because I know I am OK, I measure up. I own my feelings, I’m not living someone else’s life It is mine. I’m no longer caught by the spider’s web Of serving and living for another I am me. I can see. I can be. I am free. Ah, Jess you’re the best
With your auburn hair with curls at the end Your dazzling smile and shining braces correcting the bend In your beautiful teeth – an aid you’ve been temporarily lent; Your natural beauty was meant. Ah, Jess you’re the best. Ah, Jess you’re the best Your brain is so active, it’s way ahead of me, Your mum and dad and Tom can easily see Where you’re heading. A life full of achievement Your hungry mind was meant. Ah, Jess you’re the best. Ah Jess you’re the best Your sailing is legendary In our family. Continuing the tradition of Mum and Dad’s bent; Your passion was meant. Ah, Jess you’re the best. Jess you’re the best Your fashion is young Feminine, fresh and fun Your petite and fit frame is cool – and elegant. Your style was meant, Ah, Jess you’re the best. Yes Jess you’re the best With your frown, and fury at times. I can only find A surpassed giggle and pride at your womanly vent, Your strength was meant. Ah, Jess you’re the best. But do you know the best of you Jess? What is really the best? It’s your softness, your compassion, your thought and your care Because it’s that that is not meant But it’s the way you have lent With free choice. It’s from you. You have chosen your truth Of how you are, with friends, at school and at home. If your aunt can be so bold And if you don’t mind being told You will never ever lose your beauty, mind, passion, your style and your strength If you continue to be kind and care, and to respect the gifts you’ve been sent. Ah Jess, you’re the best. You be true to you; always. Always speak your mind Be strong. Be yourself, and you will find That you will be OK, you will be safe and be loved Because it’s all of the above That makes you, Jess, The best. Dig
Beyond the roots of pain Beyond reaction Beyond the aggression Dig Deep. Find your core. Unearth the you that's not damaged. Find it. Bring it forward. Let it fertilise your soul, your scars. Grow strong vibrant healthy succulent nourishing plants that consume the wizened fronds of scar tissue, lying on your surface. Replace them, help them heal Dig deep. You had these healthy genes before They're still there! Shriven and starved of oxygen. Bring them out Let them breathe. Find your strength. Dig. Dig Deep and unearth. So who is this ‘David’ I talk about?
With a twinkle in my eye and a smile on my lips Who is this man that’s made such an impression? Let me give you some tips. He’s the man, who, at every sermon Told a joke that had us waiting in anticipation Not only for the humour, but to witness how, yet again, He had weaved the joke in to the sermon message; such creation! He’s the man who talks of his family, his friends, his childhood With love and gratitude. Yet when describing his role in all these stories Gives himself no latitude. He’s the man that saw through the carefully veiled words Prior to my marriage And true to his calling, advised with a targeted focus To pre-empt and prevent damage. He’s the man who places himself at no better than anyone else Who openly conveys his human frailty And by so doing, unwittingly conveys to us all That continuous improvement is a reality. This is the man who turned me around From seeing church as a place where ‘you’re told’ To realising, through his acceptance That it is the place to be at peace, reflect, and find your soul. This is the man I knew I could count on To be truthful, frank and take me in When I needed to trust through my fractured shock And learn that putting yourself first was not a sin! You’ve escaped the lions clutches
Claws tearing, teeth snatching, ripping you apart. You’ve made the break, you’ve broken free How do you stay away from the jungle’s heart? Fear descends, panic, pain, tension At the thought of returning to the lion’s den. Eyes wide open, pre-empting the attack You don’t want to go back to that space again. Tears cascade down your face Tension jumps in to your bones. Please learn the skills of how To stay in your new-found safe internal home. Your friends all know the real you, They were shocked to see you dissolve. They know you as strong, proud and fun They don’t understand what evolved. Please let them never be in that space Where they’re told they’re loved but are wrong. Where they’re bullied, then loved, then slammed down, then held Where they’re actually not respected all along. Where their life doesn’t exist And their thoughts are muddled Where their needs are on hold, where they cannot express Because their focus is always on ‘the other’. Don’t let the hammer slam on your head And crumble your stable ground. How can you open up the tangled fronds? And retain the peace you’ve found How can you do this when you return? To the life you’ve been in, so jagged and dense. You’re fearful of what is around you there Dense foliage, oppressive, dark, silent, tense. How do you stay free and calm? How do you stay with who you are? How do you remain happy and light? How do you mend your scars? .................................................................. You don’t go back. Ever. You stay in the new place you’ve found. Even though the geography and landmarks might be the same The people around you are different and sound. You don’t stay with people that damage You think of yourself, not them The one act of leaving is hard, I know But with time, you will rise and be strong again. There will be times where you feel the tension crash in. Recognise the damage that’s been done. Look at what’s happening, give yourself a hug With work, what’s been done to you can be undone. Learn new skills of how to think about yourself Take time, be patient; the best learning is slow. Be kind to yourself, don’t worry about mistakes Just stay on that road, and grow. If you slip, don’t feel inadequate or hopeless Don’t let your confidence wane All learning involves mistakes But, always, get up and continue, again. So what is this language and country that’s foreign What are the skills you will learn? They involve self-love, boundaries, assertiveness, respect All qualities you will learn to discern. When you next feel threatened, look from inside. Remain strong and pure. Face it full on with integral strength If you stand still, and peaceful, you’ll avoid the lure. It cannot reach you if you remain true to yourself. It will slip off and not stick. No matter what anyone says or does Your mind will give it the flick. If anyone attacks you, breathe slowly and deep Stay calm, strong and true. Smile and hold onto yourself Be you. Keep your mind strong, peaceful and free Your soul open and huge. Don’t let it be shrivelled, constricted and small This is something you will lose. Have no fear of criticism, attack and disapproval Deflect it like water bouncing off stone. Respect yourself first, hold on to yourself Because your soul will have opened, it will have grown. Be you, because it is who you are Say what you think and feel without being hurt. Have confidence in your thoughts, Without being on edge, frightened, alert. Look to your dear friends They know the real you. They love you for who you are Share their respect; for it’s true. Be free, to be the person that shines Be brave and put your face to the sun. Show your immense love and strength Integrity, honour – and fun. You are fine as you are, you are good, you are OK You don’t have to justify any more. You can smile, you can give, you can be open and true You have your feet firmly planted on the floor. Life is so precious, time is so short Be what is naturally you. You’ve been given a gift; your life to share With someone that respects you through and through. Stand up for what you believe in State your needs with pride. Look after yourself, first, And strengthen what’s inside. Have courage. Have faith. Stand strong and tall. Be who you are with clarity. And you won’t fall. |
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