The House of St Barnabas.

If I ever elected to be selected
rejected then detected as a phoney,fake
I don't recall
that was before I took the fall
did the bird
before a word of mine was spoken out.

Around about two thousand and eight or was it nine?
the time is no great matter
the former or the latter it's no great shakes
but is it the time I made the breaks in continuity
the absurdity and futility
of this life I was living
and for this I'm giving credit where it's due
and you people know just who you are and what you did
what you achieved against all the odds
for you it was not a numbers game but a human life that was in the frame
and you're named just right.

I wonder what St Barnabas might have to say about the way you encouraged me
and would he nod his head and see just what you did?
You got rid of the one that had hung on so long and you opened up my eyes to the future and what it could mean
and I thought I'd seen nearly everything just about most things that a lifetime could bring
how wrong was I?
Why,
you showed me another route and with a 'whistle and flute' sent me headlong knowing what's right and what's wrong
and with a song in heart you gave me the start
to begin.

And I realise that the truth always lies somewhere within the within but it's how to begin and what method to choose or what direction to take.
Did St Barnabas really take time out
to worry about me?
I think you can see that he did.

In the house on Greek Street I think I could say that I met the real me and get this,
I meet a lot
but not what the house of St Barnabas got
and that's what did it for me.
Encouragement see
feeds the lost and the lonely
if only
there was more than just one
But St Barnabas goes on and it goes on in the makings of men who when they think all is lost and think the end is quite near
there's a Saint near here
who will help.

"Now when we had discovered Cyprus, we left it on the left hand."--Acts xxi. 3.
"We sailed under Cyprus, because the winds were contrary."--Acts xxvii. 4.

St. Barnabas, with John his sister's son,
  Set sail for Cyprus; leaving in their wake
  That chosen Vessel, who for Jesus' sake
Proclaimed the Gentiles and the Jews at one.
Divided while united, each must run
  His mighty course not hell should overtake;
  And pressing toward the mark must own the ache
Of love, and sigh for heaven not yet begun.
For saints in life-long exile yearn to touch
  Warm human hands, and commune face to face;
  But these we know not ever met again:
Yet once St. Paul at distance overmuch
  Just sighted Cyprus; and once more in vain
  Neared it and passed;--not there his landing-place.

A scattering of leaves.

In the house of the greatest of charity
through the corridors, passing the sacristy,
into the chapel where up on the balcony
the Sisters of Mercy chant
prayers for me.

I sit humbly,
no coins for the offertory
a poor man in search of
a history,
in the house of the greatest of charity
I find hope in the
sisters that pray for me.

Still waters reflecting the worst of me
where the savage of time's
not been kind to me,
in the house of the greatest of charity
St Barnabas  is there
to encourage me.

Siting in the midst of birds
At st barnabas park
Can't see blue
Turning round and round
Without the help of man
Viewing point at 360degree
Unknown to human I see all


Man with his crew
Shooting of Elizabeth of Acadian
Exchange of script and cast man to man
As he handles it
Viewing  from the cardinal points
Excellent we did it
Still could not see all

I see all yes I see all
So I see more even more
more than d cardinal points,I see
Remember I created you
Don't forget a labourer can be more than his master
I have to hold you to work
You leave me with no option to destroy the work of my hand.

(20 minute poetry)

Is this what the end of a day looked like to me?
the raising of the blinds so that I could then see
tomorrow?

Let me borrow a phrase from my mentor,
' you only see what you want to'

This charity has brought to me clarity,
the undeciding decided,
the way forward is clear and touches on me in a way that's so dear to my heart.

In a package, they gave me a way that could save me
did they save you too?
And who could they be, but the House of St. B.

At this House of St Barnabas.
It always does it
for me.
I
make up my
mind at least in that I can find
the offer on offer
I cannot resist.

It is Day Now
Finally a Moment Free from the cage..
Heavens Wisdom unleashed from constraints of Happiness
A Lovers  Pen
Once Held by a Parliament of Ugliness......

Risen Now by the Hands of  Freedom
Liberties LIFE  Standing... Rainbow Miracle

...........Barnabas, Yours is a Symphony of Eternal  Goodness
A Pen and Ink of Sharing,
Time has ReGrown For You
That the World May Be Blessed By LIFES'  Sunshine
Love In Peace.

And So It Is.

we are the Barnabus moth in the flame of our contentious reality.
roiling in sunlight benighted. void harpies champing at the 8bit reservoir
of our discontent, relentless and buffoon. our comedies squat on the curbed rapture
of our indelicate illumination. all buddha huffing glitter often
in a dreaming canary’s pistachio garments
loaded with lost ghosts, that mostly pose as a threat
to skim milk. star funked by a torrent of unfortunate blessings.
gaining the last hill on a star
without a serpent.

all the time.

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Wednesday
burns away
into ash.

I remember
embers glowing
showing
me the way.

At some end
which
could be
Mile End on the
Central Line
I found the time
to reignite.

The nights end
at this end
and Mile End
is but a symptom.

I'm losing track yet
gaining speed and
think I'll crack,

but it's Wednesday
I have no need
of brakes
though the
buffeting takes
it out of
me

how cruel the winds
of change can be,
quite oddly
I appear to thrive.

Survival being the fittest
form
of life
I survive.

More cathedrals
crumble,
but in this sanctuary  
St. Barnabas
encourages me
to build upon
the ruins of what was
and what has gone.

A Meditation Upon Matters of Faith
And the Worthy and Diligent Study
of the Arcana of Mathematics
as Recommended to Industrious and Thoughtful
Young Men and Women

For Kyle,
Who is Enduring His First College Maths

Our Saviour never said “Now solve for X”
Such is not written in any sacred tex(t)

Saints Paul and Barnabas on journeys Psidian
Did not refer to topics Euclidian

The Corinthians were divided only by factions
Never were they divided by fractions

Good St. Paul wanted all to comprehend
The truth, and not some subtle subtrahend

But still…

But still (to me it is a great frustration)
Numbers are how we measure Creation

With them we plant the Garden that is earth
Building it up with word and work and worth

So that we feed and clothe and mend and tend
With crop rows plowed, panels welded, cattle penned

Airplanes launched, fires put out, and light bulbs lit
Messages sent – there is no end of it!

So brew yourself a cup of coffee
Find your Euclid and dust it off(y)

Work those angles on your protractor
Add, subtract, calculate, and factor

Apply yourself most assiduously
Soon you’ll be an engineer, you’ll see!

Admired by all, a man of great knowledge –
And it began in community college