God's Handiwork

Like the desert needs the rain
God quenches the parched soul
And waters our inner garden

Mulches the soil of our creativity
That all that blossoms does so
In land of great fertility

To make a decent wine, it is said
Needs only the right conditions for growth:
A good grape, favourable terroir and sunshine

All unfolds naturally
for this is the perfection
Of Nature, doing what she does best
Provide the conditions
and Nature does the rest

The conditions of our lives
Are the looms upon which
God’s hand spins
our individual tapestries

In pastels, bright colours
Or a single plain one
All is spun in accordance with
The Will of the One

That He might deliver a gift
Which will make you quiver
With delight, not fright
Comfort, wrap and nurture you
In the coldness of the night

Help you wear your unique garment
To show yourself
in the best possible Light
That all who cross your path
Are touched by its Might

And so it comes to pass
That those who’ve elected
For brand new attire
Must throw off first
their threadbare coverings
In exchange for wearing the Grace
Of God’s spun creations, His way

The time of the Radiance is nigh
And that which shows you in
Your true colours will be revealed
To be of the making of God's spun desires.

THE FINAL HOUR

THE FINAL HOUR
[written a few months ago]

By Shellee-Kim Gold

Waiting
For the old world to fall
And another to rise
So we may begin re-building with new, aware eyes

In our inner visions we trust
For the greater good of the whole we must
Live, learn, and be
In the conscious state of unity.

A pioneering era awaits
For all who can rise to their own chosen fate
But making the grade requires
An embracing of qualities lesser known
Like living in service, self-honesty and forever questing for that inner glow.

To wear the mantle of Christ Consciousness is no mean feat
Fuelled by constant desire to acknowledge, release and surrender
All that which vibrates from a place of separation within.

Preparation time is all but done
Yet final choices can still be spun
Until it begins lets choose and choose anew
In the name of the best possible outcome
For the Mother Earth and her new humanity
Who it is prophesized will be few.

HOW THE 'D-EVIL' WORKS

Shellee-Kim Gold

Feasting on the flesh of raw and fallen human e-motion
Is sustenance to the lives of the great parasitic ones
Silently they go about their business
Hissing dis-eased feelings, thoughts and words
Into the minds of the lost, confused, innocent and angry alike
Subtly eroding the soul of higher, healing emotions
Carefully injecting the emotional muck and mire in a slow-release poison
That is the downfall of the psyche of Hu-man kind
Aligning with Darkness, like Light, is a choice after all
Yet the ignorant ones know not the power they possess, given away so freely
It turns swiftly and soundlessly to imprison them
Swelling the life force and ranks of the Dark Ones
And all without Hu-man consent or knowledge
Until the day when they sit face to face with themselves in review of a life
Less than lived
A life that they chose to live in denial, pressed into unconsciousness
In favour of the freedom that was sought before the start of the earth walk
And so it is to begin again
In new beginnings comes fresh hope for a better lived life in unfettered Light.