Strandhill & Knocknaree

I want to be wrapped in the womb of your Word

Warm in the safest place on earth I know;..

The nearest point on the compass to God.:

His Logos whispering declarations to my spirit

thro His book his world His love

I know no truth exists outside of your daily declarations

cocoon the baby inside me in your loving embrace:

I long to see your face:

{When do you think I'll see your face?}

Deliver me from men who know everything

but feed death into my heart day after weary day

For a start Lord nourish this famished frame 

On the written and revealed manna of Thy Name

Wrap my frail existence in your Love and life

effulging from the heart of the only God and  father 

and as a hen gathers her chicks afresh

Oh lift me high from this foul pigsty of the flesh

I want to snuggle close beside you tonight 

as the wind and glorious waves 

strangle the rocks around Strandhill

being still and knowing I am secure in God

Oh to be finally free and forever united

oh to dissolve into your fragrance [but still be] ..

sheltered under the shadow of those mighty wings

safe for a million eons from everything, 

in a place where Jesus and Word 

are forever entwining and entwined.

Never felt so hungry for your closeness Jesus, my precious Word!

I have everything I ever need tonight, Here

where all arguments cease, 

under the brow of this hill of buried  kings

and the cares of tomorrow shall wait like a lost line from an old song

Knocknaree, hill of kings, I know that's is true

But I'm no longer lured by legend's lore

So let me set the record true ..

To every Caesar I cast all I owe

But as for  Kings

I recognise and serve none ...

But YOU.

Enjoy a listen to this beautiful song Radja ... It's for you!

The Best Is Yet To come

A Funny Thing happened On The Road To Belmullet

I was travelling west .....

to the land of  Erris in Mayo;

driving softly secure and all day to spare

when suddenly all my tomorrows tumbled into the car:

Like wispy smoke transported to another shore!

Lifted to a place I never knew before:

A place between heaven and earth where darkness 

could not turn off the light:

Where sin retreated as I moved above;

and quietness and confidence filled the car with love.

It was extrication on a mammoth scale

as my identity seemed to weave in and out of God's garden

and His essence filled the skies! I was so alive

{Yet longing never to have to live again}

            An Interview With God

Some day I may even write about this rapture in a blog:

Some day I may tell a friend "I was snatched away"

A trial run? You laugh and say  "A pre launch! O.K. O.K."

But I forget I am but clay

and folks no longer listen to a thing I say!

and Joseph never should have shared that dream ...

and languished in the pit as dead

while his brothers took his cloak and spoke to Jacob 'bout his death

but another Joseph shared his dream and fled:

snatched away into Egypt's night.

And all in all it was a dreamy day .....

I drove the 40 miles back home again

hoping for a re run;

and lingering on the way

But no! Not a thing!

After my Thessalonian fling!

I felt a little like Zechariah

left speechless.. without his blackboard

But oh what tales to tell:

                  The Perfect Wisdom Of Our God

On Hearing Of death Of Hugh Heffner (Playboy)

N.B Inspired by Is 6 V 1 where Isaiah got a fresh vision of God after certain hindrances were removed: If even a good King like Uzziah could prove a hindrance think of the wreckage King Heffner has left behind: Be free to use at your discretion  in any way but without changing general message {VM)

 In the year the song ended, that famed playboy died 

And I pondered your legacy, {Hugh}, ..........and I cried

Yes I know the Lord's high and is still lifted up

{But I was parked outside Lidl at Boher Na Sop}

The Shekinah still drenches His Temples of clay

But you trampled those temples and doomed to decay:

My God  spoke not of bunnies all running to seed

Nor compared darling-daughters to rabbits in fields

He spoke Temples and tapestry fearfully woven

Those vessels of honour that Jesus had chosen

Precious vases that cradle tomorrow in wombs

Alive! Yes Anointed! Escaped from sins' tombs

Not vaunting and brazen and slashed on page three

but hidden and humble and glorious and free!

Just consider believers, who clutch I-phones like glue

Your'e a son of the Highest!

You're  not a McHugh  (Gaelic for son of Hugh)