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.

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.

Patterns, Poetry & Patience

Patience

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.

HEREIAM #VICTORIOUS #GLORYGLORY #HALLELUJAH #ELVISPRESLEY

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