the worst of humanity is cloaked in the best of intentions embedding ideas in your head normalizing what is abnormal inverting meaningful words to fit the narrative truth becomes speculation the cosmological rug pulled out from under your feet we used to wonder how good people can be so deceived to put corpses in camps by the millions the reality is how easy it can be you when you want so hard to believe in someone else's truth ignoring the fingerprints of its assumptions

a fearsome place is the calm below the surface storm of wind and waves letting go of Enbarr’s mane over the currach gunwale I go to the deep below from the skin of the boat through the skin of the briny where I can breathe walk upon the Isle of Apple Trees say hello to Bran and Cormac learn the ways of the crane bag aboard the Wave-sweeper of the Son of the Sea standing proud atop Binevenagh Co Derry

A wild field,,Flowers straw and hay A mild fantasy,,My thoughts at play A world,,A beautiful butterfly To dream my day away A cabbage white floats right by Wings like angels opened wide A tranquil bloom as it flies Drifting gentle in the air Pure white is the butterfly's name His life is short,So his made my day He lands softly on a petal The rose does sway

What is mine will come at the right time, because He has proven Himself to me in so many ways. Someone once thought you would be a tomato seller,but you ended up bringing life through your hands. Look at how far He has brought you. Look at how He has blessed you. So we will continue marking time, waiting for our time, because there is no one like Him. And so, we mark time waiting, believing, holding on,

I say,,Sweet love,,When am alone,,i do miss you Sweet love,,My cold room i do sit Sweet love,,The darkness holds no light A candle i do light,,For love to fill The flickering flame holds memory,,it keeps reminding me I see endless,,That' frozen cold It tears apart and claws at my soul Sweet love,,That flickering flame brings back Yes i get cold and sad Love so distant,,Love seems so far And tears i weep,,In my silence i cry Sweet love,,my tears,, i begin to think of you As my tears fall,i feel some warmth,All tears are warm,,Like love Warmth shines through,,And i know,,My tears are clear,,So my love,My conscience is true My love,,The warmth,,The tears of honey dew My past forgot those memory's of you My tears shine upon the candle light i smile,,And laugh,,My tears they sparkle The flickering flame,,The warmth,The fire and light

born of the River my mother’s water baptized me our cries a prayer for life who is the Baptist to give us what is already ours? the city of earth is ours to build we are born able under the grace of Land Sea and Sky wings of Raven Laignech Fáelad Selkies and Tines

a soft exhale the earth beneath me; stirring with a billion forms of life if I died today perhaps I would return as a word on a page or the laughter of a child the iridescent sheen of a Raven's wing the colours of the winds or as a grain of sand drops between here and there through the middle of an hourglass would I know when I opened my eyes and breathed in that fleeting moment if I died or was dreaming?

I say,,Your my love,,my precious love My love for you,,My love will always be My love,,My kiss,,You will always remember My love,,My love will be so hard to forget She says,,You are my treasure,,My precious find My thoughts of you,,Stay and linger No distance in time,,My love will never fade No cloud,,Will cover,,No mist of time I say,,My dreams of love,,My thoughts of you Where hidden,,Deep in my precious mind So hidden,,The one who does love Will be the only one to find She says,,Love has broken a seal,, Our past has gone,,let us both heal You my love,,is the loving gem i found So i will love,And will always love My will ,,my strength,,Is my eternal love for you

What do you do when all you can do is mark time,waiting to hear God’s call? Do you have the patience of Abraham and the faith of Isaac? What do you do when your heart is restless,when you feel stuck,while your peers are living the dreams you once prayed for? What do you do when, as you mark time,your faith is slowly grinding down,yet you keep hoping for a miracle,hoping for a better tomorrow? What do you do when all you have left is a faith slowly wilting as you mark time?You ask yourself,How did Job do it?How did he face so much adversity and still hold onto such unwavering faith and conviction? What do you do as you mark time,waiting for God’s time,waiting for His grace? All I can say is: God’s time is the best.

I smile when I think of how I was wrapped in a cocoon of love which transformed into a beautiful butterfly and just when I thought it was ready to fly I realized it was all a mirage. My heart aches from what I thought it was meant to be but my mind has accepted the reality of things, shouldn’t have hoped for what wasn’t real in the beginning but how can you fight love when you’re a lover girl at heart with an Electra complex still hoping for that validation that will never come,but all hope is not lost she is awake now . It was a beautiful dream while it lasted now is time to wake up and continue to grind , Because somewhere ahead,a beautiful future awaits not in a dream,not in a mirage,but in real time. A future where she is chosen not for what she can give,not for how she can love,but who she is