I ask the prayers of the little ones the ones closest to the heart of love especially the souls, like all others bestowed at conception.... and ripped from their mothers womb.
ancient gateways through the mystery -swing wide-open and choices are to be made -roads to journey onward as the mystery gently unfolds -ancient gateways close behind you.
Paradise, the only sane destination the only true hope everything you do takes you closer down the blessed road on your earthly journey, to an eternal home.
rage at those who make costly tongue twisted claims of influence on a world stage where the actors 'of a feather flock together' preening each others fragile ego's on the brink of popping at the slightest ***** or jest aimed at their 'out on show for all to see' dumb actors unemployable stupidity.
wind bourn discarded Summer swirling up and out to sea frigid waters where seals swim catching cold bloodied fish a thin shore betwixt footfall and watery end- where many have fallen to their death - from on high our Island cliffs.
poison speech splurted unthinkingly but non the less with malice come now children of the Universe children of the future do not be overcome by evil coming to your senses ask the prayers of the Angels those charged with the care of those most eaten up with malice.
time, one measure for co-ordination sync in space and place in union with all the living and all of the dead all those yet to be born and all souls ripped from the womb all standing and waiting.... for time to end its function.
Confirmation gently settles, deep in your heart, an acceptance wholly in your mind says 'yes' Nailed to the cross, the personal road of love seeing clearly the present travelling the long past its all a gift, and you offer it up daily, back to God.