A Message

To know what Love is,
with just a big picture glimpse
through an open door.
Tasting that promise of abundance
. . . and so much more.
Beyond the broken schemes,
and forsaken dreams,
littering an unswept floor.
Of things never spoken
this side of a shadow curtain.
No wonder Jesus wept
when he came and saw.

Truth, with all proof, given voice.
The divine choice …
answering the whispered call.
Sensing providence,
in a response making perfect sense.
Past this mortal fence,
through that portal beyond the sky,
to the One who
will take that sallow shadow
from off your face.
And replace it with glowing grace.
No longer lost
in the questioning “Why?”
as the answer eternal
flows down from on high.
With a spiritual connection,
like all heaven times seven,
beyond material calculation,
and mere human understanding.
The deepest yearning,
learning how to fly.

Seeking absolute absolution.
The solution,
divine in the finding.
Mercy given …
Grace for the taking.
Salvation is coming
with a generous second helping.
What does it take?
What gives,
to know what love is?
The power to answer a higher call?
Faith, hope, and love,
seeking the true core.
To sample the ample.
The thrill of all in all
to soar with the King Living.
The breath of life
like a river of power flowing
through every pore.
The Ever Forever where
love is the winning score.

Beyond this pit of regret
and deepest sorrow,
held captive in a body mortal,
there is a pathway eternal
in true freedom to follow.
The Spirit leading
with joy everlasting.
Right here. Right now.
Not just
a never land tomorrow.
Not some religion of bondage
that keeps your soul hostage.
To see,
to know,
to taste,
to be …
what Love is.

~ David B. Redpath © 2017-19

“Beloved, let us love one another,
for love is from God, and whoever
loves has been born of God and knows
God. Anyone who does not love does
not know God because God is love”.
~ John, the disciple

First Published
Nov 8, 2017
on WordPress

(Photo : David B. Redpath © 2017)

127 thoughts on “A Message”

    1. Thank you very much, Stell.
      Just don’t book in for a spell
      at that broken down Hotel.
      That Californian Hotel of
      which the eagles warn,
      where many a message
      in a bottle are spawn.
      You being a favourite
      of mine, Stella,
      it’s only fair that I warn ya!

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      1. You’re always welcome.
        I’m just a passer through
        I promise you
        Hoping for a souvenir:)
        But I fear to fall in Blakes path
        I hear their message
        And I say it is a lovely place
        Someone of your liking
        Is a my favourite also.

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      1. Wow! Amazing! Super shot. You should submit this to some of those HighFalutin photo magazines! Ha! Put this into your “Best Of” List of photos!! Thanks for sharing the post and photo. I so appreciate your support of my words and blog, David! Blessings to you, My Friend! Be Safe out there!!
        Chuck

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  1. A wonderful message of love, David, of which I wish you much. I’ve been reading you on the Reader on my mobile devices, I didn’t realize how neat your blog looks on a desktop computer. I love this theme – clean and simple. Happy New Year, too, in case we don’t get to exchange words by then. (I look forward to catching Sydney fireworks on tv – they’re spectacular.) 🙂

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    1. Happy Boxing Day Sale shopping,
      & an abundantly flowing New Year
      to you, Annie.
      Being a technophobe I’ve kept my
      site minimal, by default. Clean and
      simple suits me (well, one out of
      two ain’t bad?).
      Melbourne is doing it’s best to outdo
      Sydney’s fireworks, but I think nothing
      can beat the Sydney Harbour Bridge
      on pyrotechnic fire.
      It’s been a true pleasure reading you
      throughout the year. Annie, you are
      a poetic treasure.

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      1. I’ve lived in both cities, Annie,
        so l try to avoid tribal rivalry.

        A pre PC historic remnant;

        “We’d rather live in Melbourne
        Though some folks say it’s faulty
        Sydney’s got its strippers
        But we’ve got Henry Bolte
        We’ve got Australian Rules
        And the Melbourne Cup each year
        Sydney’s girls are way out front
        But we’ve got stronger beer”
        ~Melborn and Sideny
        (A song by The Idlers Five)

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  2. Thank you, David, for sharing this beautiful poem about Love. “Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn here.” (Marianne Williamson). Every morning when I meditate it does feel exactly like a return to Love and the shedding of all residual fear. Happy New Year to you and yours. May every day be filled with joy, peace and, most of all, love. ♥.

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    1. Thank you very much, Niki.
      All the best for a blessed 2019🌟

      “If you hear the song I sing
      You will understand (listen!)
      You hold the key to love and fear
      All in your trembling hand
      Just one key unlocks them both
      It’s there at your command
      Come on people now
      Smile on your brother
      Everybody get together
      Try to love one another
      Right now” ~ The Youngbloods

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  3. Your poem is the very message of love. Also, I like how you include the presence of the Spirit to have faith. I have enjoyed it very much as I usually do with all your posts. The photo is also beautiful and illustrates your piece perfectly.

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  4. Tingles… so beautiful David… just letting these words and vibes shiver down… such a message in a bottle is the kind one always hopes to receive… thanks for sharing this gift on this beach.

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    1. Very much appreciated, Nina 🙏
      And as John Lennon might say …
      “I’m sorry that I made you cry.” 😎

      This is my all time favourite prayer;

      “May God bless
      and keep you always,
      May your wishes all come true,
      May you always do for others
      And let others do for you.
      May you build a ladder to the stars
      And climb on every rung,
      May you stay forever young,
      Forever young, forever young,
      May you stay forever young.
      May you grow up to be righteous,
      May you grow up to be true,
      May you always know the truth
      And see the lights surrounding you.
      May you always be courageous,
      Stand upright and be strong,
      May you stay forever young,
      Forever young, forever young,
      May you stay forever young.
      May your hands always be busy,
      May your feet always be swift,
      May you have a strong foundation
      When the winds of changes shift.
      May your heart always be joyful,
      May your song always be sung,
      May you stay forever young.”

      ~ Bob Dylan

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      1. Oh no don’t be sorry! It’s a wonderful feeling actually when words touch me so deeply that I spontaneously well up. And it’s good for cleaning the eyeballs too. 👁
        A truly beautiful prayer indeed, thank you for sharing—“May your song always be sung.” Yes. 😊

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    1. My sacred pleasure, Anna.
      Thanks for the positive feedback.
      The creator of this existence
      is a scientist, and an artist.
      Not some fetish for the superstitious.

      “Disillusioned words
      like bullets bark
      As human gods
      aim for their mark
      Make everything from toy guns
      that spark
      To flesh-colored Christs
      that glow in the dark
      It’s easy to see
      without looking too far
      That not much
      Is really sacred.”

      “While preachers preach
      of evil fates
      Teachers teach
      that knowledge waits
      Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
      And goodness hides behind its gates
      But even the President
      of the United States
      Sometimes must have
      To stand naked.”

      “And though the rules of the road
      have been lodged
      It’s only people’s games
      that you got to dodge
      And it’s alright,
      Ma, I can make it.”

      “While one who sings
      with his tongue on fire
      Gargles in the rat race choir
      Bent out of shape
      from society’s pliers
      Cares not to come up any higher
      But rather get you down
      in the hole that he’s in.”

      “But I mean no harm
      nor put fault
      On anyone that lives in a vault
      But it’s alright, Ma,
      if I can’t please him.”

      ~ Bob Dylan (It’s Alight Ma)

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      1. Thanks Vanessa.
        And yes, as the the Poet Laureate
        of Rock ‘n’ Roll once warned;

        “Don’t follow leaders,
        watch the parkin’ meters.”

        I’ve been watching 👀 those
        parking meters ever since 😎

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