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Messages
…Reflections of Being
A Book Of Poetic-Philosophy
2nd Edition
Maurice Skillern
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Copyright © 2004 Maurice Skillern All Rights Reserved.
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2nd Edition
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1st Edition
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About the Book
This is a work of Poetic-Philosophy and is not meant to defame, deface or otherwise debase any religions or ideologies. Like all philosophical contemplation, it is a gathering of thoughts and visualizations by the author. The subjects and subject matter are based on the author’s interaction with various aspects of life, with the intent to stimulate new thought.
There will be those that will love what is written, and there will be those who hate what is written, but this is expected for these are things that mortals do. Yet, those who pursue that which is beyond mortal knowing will seek its understanding.
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Rapture
I heard the sound of Gabrielle’s horn
and it woke me from a sleep,
it cascaded my body with revelations of mind
till alas I could not but weep.
Again the horn spoke
in my mind’s eye
and it woke me from a dream,
and again my eyes misted
so sweet the sound
of the cacophony my ears careened.
To his instrument divine
he gave life yet again
’twas the last I knew it would blow,
and my body gave up the ghost of my soul
for it was time for me to go.
’Twas the greatest summons
of the souls of man
to God’s army which in heaven did wait,
and I was given my weapons of love and compassion
as I passed the pearly gates.
Across still waters of peace I traveled
and through fields of tranquility,
and I feared no evil for the host of God
was waiting there for me.
As I joined their numbers
in silent prayer
they gave consent with sweetest grace,
and amongst the army of peace and love
I proudly took my place.
Together we shall march
on a day in the future
when revelation does come to pass,
under the Almighty banner
for it is He who was first
and He who shall be last.
When comes that day
again shall blow Gabriel
a final note to be heard by all,
and on that day of days
God’s army shall triumph
and Evil shall know its final fall.
Copyright © Maurice Skillern 2004
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Mother
MOTHER — I remember her,
I saw her yesterday,
she told me something
but I did not listen —
oh what did mother say?
YOU held me in your loving arms
every time you thought you should,
and when I tried and failed
to conquer the world
it was you who understood —
I remember how you’d comfort me
when I faltered you’d always say,
“Do not fret my son
though hard as things seem now
they’ll be easier one day.”
Mother — I remember her,
I saw her yesterday,
she told me something
but I did not listen —
oh what did mother say?
I remember you cleansed my mortal body
and when wrong you’d wash my soul,
but I thought that you would live forever
MOTHER when did you grow old?
When I saw you, your eyes they looked so tired
and your hair it looked so gray,
yet when I asked you mother
if help you needed,
“No” is all you’d say . . .
You went on to say,
“Do not fret my son
though old age weighs heavily on me,
I have much to do
many tasks to complete
before God will set me free.”
Mother — I remember her,
I saw her yesterday,
you told me something
but I did not listen —
oh what did mother say?
You would not always say to me
the things I’d want to hear,
I knew not then
you were weaning my innocence
now to me all things are clear.
When you told me “no”
sometimes I’d cry
then I’d look up at you,
and in wonder all my cries would cease
for you’d be crying too.
Oh mother though you’re here no more
I now recall your tender words,
and when I think of you
in the here and now
those words can still be heard.
You gifted me with themmore oft than not
soothing words that you showed so true,
and from my heart now mother
though I said it not then
in truth,
“I love you too.”
Copyright © Maurice Skillern 2004
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