I am finally ready to draw this tale to an end and so have begun its final walk. Here is an excerpt in my new space. You can read my words Here.
PS. I hope you have a fantastic #free48!
Category: Heaven and hell
Reflections of My Life
Will I, when faced with life’s review,
be content to watch my passage?
Will I be proud, ashamed
to see my name
on that eternal movie screen?
Life, indeed a stage, and each must
play a role with no script in hand.
Do we follow our cues
for the paths we choose
or boldly improvise?
I hope with constant vigilance
to owe such little recompense
that I may revel in the rest
as I lay aside my script
with its pages worn and ripped
to bask in brilliant Light
in sweet repose.
I shall return the key
until it’s time for me
to succumb to the seduction
of another huge production
that will give me second chances
and with no backward glances,
find new glory in the spotlight-
Center stage.
Cheryl KP
copyright 2019
This post is part of Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt
Visit her blog to read more posts and meet some amazing people. If you’re into beautiful sunsets, stop by Dan’s place. They are serving up cold ones at the bar.
This song was a favorite of mine in Jr High School. I still love it though it is almost never played in oldies venues.
Love and Light and happy #Free48 to everyone!
Sunday Reverie/photography
The best thing about Sunday is freedom-
the freedom to think about anything,
nothing, everything and more
but only after Saturday’s errands,
catching up and chores.
It takes all of Saturday to unwind,
detox, relax, reset, refresh and
cut the cord to work and worry,
convince myself to slow my steps,
there simply is no need to hurry.
Stepping into nature is my worship,
sharing moments with Creation,
looking to the morning sky
where things with wings,
bright angel beings, thrill me,
fill me as they sing and flit and fly.
Like fire and flame,
his presence came.
Peck, peck, peck,
this tree I’ll wreck
And happy, he
the bluebird be.
We shared a look,
and my soul shook.
I wept before
his honesty.
“You lookin’ at me?”
he quipped and stood his ground,
challenging anyone around.
(i dared not make a sound…)
I am renewed, uplifted, amazed!
Grace, beauty, life, joy-
unfolding before me as I gazed.
In all I hear and all I see-
the message clear is harmony.
Cheryl KP 2018
Crooked/Poetry
There was a crooked man
who walked a crooked mile
to wag a crooked finger
at the moon’s crooked smile.
“Don’t laugh at me,”
he warned,
dejected and forlorn,
feeling quite abused,
angry and confused.
“So you’ve come to
me at last,
like a ghost from
out the past.
Is it recompense you seek,
if so why don’t you speak?”
(her crooked smile did not waver)
The crooked little man
took a crooked step
along the crooked walk,
he took a ragged breath
and then began to talk.
“You made me what I am,
you wicked, lusty dame.
Wandering this lonely path
until my legs are lame.
For what you promised,
yes you know
beneath that sultry
silver glow,
that love was true and
free for taking.
Thus I have spent a lifetime
making
love, and hope
and wicked ties
only to find it
all was lies.
I believed but
was deceived
you careless liar,
fueling fire
to burn men’s souls.”
Her majesty just grinned,
“My dear tho you have sinned,
’twas through no fault of mine,
nor the starlit night divine.
Each gem that fell into your hands
was swallowed by the shifting sands
of your deceit,
pressed into dust
from hungry lust
and blown away
at end of play.
Angels all, and at your call
You bruised and used and left them all!”
The crooked little man
dropped his head into his hands
and weeping bitter tears,
bemoaned the wasted years;
but she who knows not guilt or shame
felt no remorse for placing blame
upon the head
of he who shed
the tears that bled
his soul away.
(her crooked smile was wistful)
“Go back into the mists
and shake your crooked fists
at he who lives within the glass
and looks at you from out the past.
As dust to dust
return you must,
and thus reborn
you shall be sworn
to retribution,
love’s solution
lies in the hands of
he who understands
the turning of the tides
and that no one can hide
from she who holds the key
to bright eternity!
Cheryl KP 2018
Copyright Photo and words
Shines to Bless…#SoCS #JusJoJan
There is nothing to do for introduction but to share with you the exact instructions for our SoCS prompt from Linda Hill. Each week we get a pompt from Linda to write a post on Saturday. This one was challening and I quote:
”Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is as follows: read closely. When you’re ready to sit down and write your post, look to the publication (book, newspaper, permission slip from your kid’s teacher, whatever you find) closest to you, and base your post on the sixth, seventh, and eighth word from the beginning of the page. Enjoy!”
Wow! So glad I wasn’t cooking or reading the newspaper or…
As it happens I already had a post in mind for today so I happened to have a book sitting nearby. The words that qualify are “shines to bless”. The book? A Wanderer in the Spirit Land, a fairly old publication, dating back to 1901, with a transcriber’s preface dating 1896.
This ia a favorite book of mine and the entire sentence from above reads, “Oh star of hope that shines to bless the Wanderer through life’s wilderness! Angels of Love-are ye come to lead the weary Wanderer home?”
I find it ironic that anything metaphysically inclined has now come to be called ‘New Age’ when, in fact, there has been awareness of the metaphysical since ancient times, perhaps even more respect for its role in existence being understood and accepted in those days. The difference, I suppose, in modern times is the social acceptance of such ideas. And a lot less witch burnings. 😏
The primary reason I love this book is the basic concept that a man who has lived less than a chaste and benevolent life, turning his back on his one true love to wheel and deal in monetary gain to the ends of deeply sinning against God and humanity, finds himself in hell-but not a religious hell. That would be too simple. This hell is one that takes time to sink in for it is not a lot different from his life. This hell I can envision, as each entering there is made to exist among others such as themselves. If a thief, among theives, if a murderer, always running from murderers, etc. To exist in a place where there is no chance of salvation or redemption, playing out scenarios wherein one is the victim of their own sins over and over would indeed be hell to me.
Our dark hero, Franchezzo, has gone to such a place, resigning himself to his fate until a lifeline as in a faraway dream is extended. His true love prays for his soul, he can see her, and his heart is broken for what he is putting her through. He never stopped loving her though his heart had become embedded in stone in later life.
( I somehow feel the idea for Ebenezer Scrooge came from this book)
So Franchezzo seeks out a way to ascend the deepest bowels of hell, rung by painful rung, only so that he may relieve her pain over his soul’s demise. The ensuing tale is reminiscent of Dante’s Inferno and the moden day movie What Dreams May Come, with Robin Williams. It is possibly one of the most heartbreaking yet profoundly beautiful films I have ever seen in terms of personal love and sacrifice, of hope and salvation.
In the film Chris descends to hell to save Annie who has committed the grave sin of suicide, but he too is eventually drawn into her nightmare and decides to stay with her there rather than live throughout eternity without her. This final act of love awakens her soul to the truth of unconditional love and they are thus saved from Annie’s hell.
I believe in a higher power that only knows love for its children and that whatever it takes to bring them home is what It would want. I also believe we have beings on Earth that deliver messages from the spirit world if only we can still our hearts and minds enough to see and hear them.
“Be still and listen, sayeth the Lord…”
Wishing you all a beautiful weekend filled with miracles and light.
Dreaming Reality 
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