The Shofar Shout

Only some will hear the shofar shout

its echoes trumpet through the land

In towns and cities, people alarmed,

In valleys and on Highland summits

where sheep are now farmed.

Heaven’s mountain overlooks it all

Wondering if they’ll heed the call.

The discordant drumming

shakes those still sleeping

As angels wipe away

tears of the weeping

a million footsteps

can be heard if you listen

a million teardrops

of mourning glisten

the prayers of the past

and the future merge

as all paths of light

harmonically converge.

What awaits us now

only time will tell

as the bridge is revealed

between heaven and hell.

Close the book of history

and write a new page

as we awaken to

a new golden age.

I Seek Sanctuary

Mary at the foot of the Cross — Picture from the rear of The Sacristy at Paisley Abbey by Rashelle Reid

I seek sanctuary

from falsified histories

and lies of today.

I seek sanctuary

from those who

pray to prey

I seek sanctuary

keep me safe

in your arms

I seek sanctuary

not just for me

but for all

I seek sanctuary,

hear my plea

I seek sanctuary

let me rise and

catch me when I fall

I seek sanctuary

answer my call

as I answered yours.

I seek sanctuary

to share, to reveal

to teach, to love

I seek sanctuary

to grow, to expand

to live and die in peace.

The Telegram

SOS

HEAVEN ON FIRE

DEW DROPS

FIND ATHENA

SEND HELP

STOP

Death on the Cycle Track.

I saw death on the cycle track today

motionless yet moving

seeming to sway in the breeze,

staring right at me

as a new pathway emerged

Nervous I pondered

is he coming for me?

I saw death on the cycle track today,

Adorned with a black trackie

that could be containing a knife!

Well he’s not gonna roam the town

with a scythe swinging round.

Staring I wondered

would death wear a tracksuit?

I saw death on the cycle track today.

You’re para, says the voice inside my head.

reassuringly to the quivers of dread.

It’s happened before, logic replied.

What’s that white light, my eye has spied?

A light on death’s trainers, as he walked away.

I saw death on the cycle track today.

Rashelle Reid, 2015.

Christic

Coming

Home

Resurrected

Spirit

Inspired

Creation

It’s been a bit of a rainy day today both outside and in so I decided to recreate a game of Patience I played one day in April last year aka 2021. I was going through a difficult time and needed all the patience I could muster. Thankfully I managed to get myself out of the difficult situation and also won the game of patience, in the end too.

I wasn’t planning to share the picture but when I saw Robert Burns and Robert the Bruce looking on from the top right, I thought why not. Both Burns and Bruce make me smile and once again I was reminded to be more patient and firstly, that starts with being patient with myself on rainy days.

Wonderland AKA W.W.W.

Waltzing all the way to Wonderland,

Weary, wounded, and full of woe.

Wondering was anyone waiting

While working out which way to go.

Waffling words of wisdom

Whispered on the wind

Wittering wildly one way

Witlessly the next.

While weirdly betwixt

Worlds within, worlds without

Whistling by the weeping willow,

Wondering sweeping hollow

Why do dreams wither and die?

What if one wish watered

Would wrestle itself to life?

What if one word written

Would waken a wish?

Walking on water

Wading in waves.

Warbling and wailing

Watching and waiting

Wrinkled and weathered

While somewhat untethered

Weightless and free

Whirling and whirling

Wildly on the wheels of time.

Inside

Inside, I scream

Imprisoned, I feel

Impatient, I am

Being, ignored.

Unheard, I wait.

Knowing, I am

Not invisible.

I stand waiting

To be heard.

Observed, I am

Judged unjustly.

Denied, basic health care.

I plead my case

Over and over.

Expected to wait and wait

For answers that don’t arrive

On time to ease my mind

Only broken promises.

Neglect triggers frustration

Agitation builds as I wait.

I remain locked up.

Trapped, kept away.

Insecurity with issues

Related to giving up.

My phone, my respect,

My life, my family.

In your hands.

I dance.

Alone, nobody listening

Yet talking, discussing me,

Without me, annoyance builds,

And, the anger turns to disgust.

Unjust treatment to distrust,

Sickened not sick, I retreat.

Quick, protect yourself.

From this prison cell

These four walls

This confined space

So much time unlived.

I try to forgive.

With a sigh

I cry.

Locked out of life,

In its fullest glory

Shorter pages

In my story.

Relief it’s nearly time

Time to breathe

And then BOOM!

Comes another aftershock,

From the mouth of the doc

News I can’t digest

Creating unrest.

Inside my mind.

Where I find

I’m free to be me.

In this enforced isolation.

Sanctioned separation.

Disconnection from my world

From my boys and girls.

Yet every time, I rise again

Anew, refreshed, and then

There are the side effects.

Mind blurs, legs wobble,

Stomach aches, unsafe now

I retreat from the threat

To my sanity from the insanity

The noise, and tune out to tune in.

To myself, where wisdom, I find

Where worlds hide, waiting to remind

To lead me back through the darkness

Of veiled threats, of being manipulated,

Coerced, bullied, threatened

With physical force expecting me

To “wholly comply”

I deny, and revoke your

right to reply.

Rashelle Reid

Stellar

Wonder where Paddington bear

Played an ace and kept his case,

Dry and warm, in the storm.

As he tip-tap toed around

With his feet on the ground.

His performance stellar.

Dancing under an umbrella.

#Dancingintherain #paddingtonbear

Here I Am

Here I am.
Bloodied and battle scarred.
Weary from the war,
Many soldiers fight,
Unknowingly, unwillingly.
Victorious, I raise my hands.
Knowingly, willingly.
Many soldiers fall,
Weary from the war.
Bloodied and battle scarred.
Here I am.