The Truth

Stand up and tell all, ‘The Truth’ shall set you free,

Is that a lesson for them for you or is it one for me?

So often we hear and are constantly being told,

Speak the truth shout out, stop being shy and be bold.

How can we discern the lies and whispers that abound?

From the news readers at night, and the crowds all around

There is one sure way to know which story is real,

It’s the tell tale sign of how the words make us feel.

The truth is something that once twisted and bent,

Can be detected by the nose, as an unpleasant sent.

We know deep inside what is right from wrong

When the truth’s no longer real the results tend to pong.

It’s not for us to right the world’s lies?

To detect all deceit as the rhetoric flies

We are not jury nor are we the judge

But we are responsible for the words we fudge.

Stop looking and listening and wondering who you can beat

Allow your soul to vet your stories you tell to compete

It’s not if you’re better or bigger or size of the tails you tell

The true test of truth comes each morning, by if you slept well

A clear mind, light heart and unflustered brain

Are the sign of exaggerations and untruths held in refrain.

If you only share the actual and real

There’s no telling the benefit to good health you’ll feel.

So when challenged in future to bend just a little

Remember the truth isn’t flexible it’s really quite brittle

To break trust with falsehoods right from the start

Will tarnish your image and cloud over your heart.

Speak up and be true for the facts are to real

Forget what others think but see how you feel

Tall stories are fleeting and exaggerations fade fast

people remember and your integrity that my friend will last

©Rev. Steve  23 Sept 2007

What if...?

What if…you were to think?

What if... you were to act upon those thoughts?

What if…your actions made a difference?

What if… that difference changed the life of another?

What if… that other also thought?

What if… they acted upon their thought?

What if… their actions changed the world?

What if… you were to think?

What if… you did not act on your thoughts?

What if… your lack of action made a difference?

What if… it didn’t change the life of another?

What if… they did not think?

What if… they did not act?

What if… because of you the world was not changed?

What if… you had the courage to make a move?

What if… you had the courage to be the first?

What if… you could not fail?

What if… you could make a difference?

What if… you were God, what would you expect of you?

What if… you give it a go?

Rev. Steve 16/01/08

Ode to the Old

You stand you stare wondering what’s there,

Tell me please what you imagine tell me what you see

Are you afraid that it’s you & not me?

Are you afraid that I got a raw deal

Are you afraid about how you may feel?

Do you see someone disfigured and bent?

Am I like a message that nobody sent?

Or do you see someone old and so frail

You’re wrong, you’re wrong, 

I’m still young, I’m, just locked in this jail

Listen and learn as I tell you my Tale,                  

I am the same as I was before

I remember what it was like to be the girl next door

Your whole life’s in front of you and nothing will end

That’s the sad thing I’ve discovered my friend.

Each day you worry and work till you drop

Life will be better if we buy one more prop

It’s not the beads or the bangles that shine

Here take it all, you can even have mine.

The essence of life is all that’s aroundThe birds the trees and the earth on the ground

To many to late find out that it’s false

Take hold of your life and plot a new course.

Experience it all and live as you can

Fear nothing whether real or imagined beast or a man

All you have and all you can hold

Cherish it now before you get old.

©Rev. Steve  2003

Word Power

Language is a system of words that we use
They can build up and nurture or cut down and abuse

Words come from letters jumbled and dropped into place

They can warm and comfort or be a slap in the face

I used to use words to cut and to sting

Then I discovered the most incredible thing

When I shot barbs intending to harm

I found that my soul was never quite calm

Casting insults and digs at people we know

Seems to inhibit our own energy flow

We think it quite smart and the real deal

Never taking time to see how they feel

Next time you’re tempted to run down a mate

Recognise your folly before it’s too late

We are all in this life and interconnected as one

They too are someone’s father, brother or son

How does it feel when one of your own

Is the brunt of a complaint or somebody’s moan

Treat all that you meet with a smile or a grin

Let their true light shine and don’t make it dim 

The next person you meet I challenge you all

Make a real effort to help them stand tall

Life is no contest you don’t win or lose

The result of your life is the words that you choose.

If thoughts can be things and words make us think

Imagine the power of dialogue and the potential of ink

Wars have been started and many lives lost

For the sake of a few wrong words carelessly tossed

Be clear in your intent and precise with your speech

For the words that are used, you know not whom they reach

Give up your whispers, don’t speak out of school,

The one that starts rumours and gossip is considered a fool

Talk about others in a positive way

It’s not them, but your character that’s on display

A kind word here and knowing thought

Is a small price to pay but a great life can be bought

So if things are what you want, to have and to hold

Think big with you projects, step out and be bold

All is possible with deep thought and persistence

But the real magic starts, by speaking it, into existence

©Rev. Steve 6606

Depressed and depleted

Depressed and depleted

Down and defeated

All alone

No one to phone.

Lying here in a mental slurry

What’s the purpose of my life why even worry

Things that I try turn foul and feaster

If God is real he must be a jester

I’m given hope and a new chance

Only to find I’m kicked in the pants

Not one place have I seen where life declared to be fair

Yet I have enough food and can breathe the air

This journey I’m on is nothing but clay

To be mounded and shaped by the acts of the day

To do unto others as you would have them do unto you

Is that the real message a heavenly clue

Stop wallowing and stumbling and falling around

Aim for the sky and get your feet off the ground

If this is how life works then surely we must dream

Focus on a point and work on a scheme

The bigger the target the higher risk

Like a clay pigeon shooter aim for the disk

Something to go for, something to do

That is the life blood and secret to you

Think higher that before, it’s a real must

Believe in yourself and build on that trust

The world is waiting for you to appear

The world in eager and willing to hear

Tell your story and spare no details

Not to do so is the only way one fails

Not to have spoken not to have shared

Not to have loved not to have cared

This is the essence of you, it has to be

Not to think tragically oh poor me

Help those in need and do what you can

You are not a failure you are a great man. 

You have the gift of healing and so you should do

But the first one to heal is the one they call you

Reach down in side and massage your heart

It is the beginning it’s the real start

Once others have seen where you had once been

They will draw strength and get off the fence

It takes courage to lead

So go plant the seed

You are the one whose time has come

You are the one that has the challenge ahead

Stop feeling sorry for yourself and do as I said

Use your life for the living and stop living in dread.

Your cup will run over with joy and delight

The moment you realise that what I say is right

Dare to dream and believe in what you can do

The world is now waiting to see the real you.

©Rev. Steve 16406 

Balance

When our lives get wobbly and we’re all out of sorts,

The world seems strange and we forget our supports.

We loose sight of the objective and our focus is lost,

Emotions run erratically, into uncertainty we’re tossed.

It’s time to step back and to view from above,

All that has happened is we have forgotten self love.

Once centered again and the beliefs made strong,

A new perspective appears on what went wrong.

Life is intended to have ups and its downs,

One moment is tragedy then we’re dancing with clowns.

The dark clouds roll in and block out our sun,

Only to be blown away to show blue skies have won.

When all the fear in your heart subsides,

You’ll find where your muse and angel resides.

Hope and truth and hate and fear,

Are the opposite ends of the same spectrum it’s clear.

So how do we function and get through the day,

It’s a challenge to do but easy to say.

All things in moderation, in the bible we read,

That’s the beginning of the answer, it planted the seed.

To get the most out of our three score and ten,

Want to know the secret… I’ll tell it to you then.

Sometimes we get burnt and sometimes cold,

Some people die young and others old.

The truth is to be active we must never rest,

Each day try something new and everything test.

Enjoy the life that you have been given to live,

It’s all about balance to receive and to give.

©Rev. Steve  241007

The Cloak

The cloak of many colours is a story we’ve been told,

It’s the tale of Jacob and his brothers from the book of old.

We all have that same cloak, deep within ourselves

You can even get to see it, if one really delves.

It’s a flowing cloak of colour displaying all our joy,

It’s not a cloak of darkness that sets out to destroy.

Why is it that our colours are not twinkling or so bright?

Why is it that our colours can’t be seen at night?

The reason they’re not glowing and shining as they should,

Has naught to do with how we act or even if we’re good.

The reason they’re not vivid and the answer is quite clear,

We never let them really sparkle, because of inner fear.

We fear what others think and do or even what they say.

Like that way they pointed at us just the other day,

The fear of being laughed at or hurt so deep and hard,

That sharp pain we felt, when last we dropped our guard.

Yet, those all around us have the same cloak within,

Maybe it is well hidden or just below the skin.

The cloak of many colours is a cherished gift from God,

Not to show it off or wear it, really seems quite odd.

Wear the cloak of colour on the outside of yourself,

Be proud of who you are and climb down from the shelf.

By wearing your cloak of colour from now until tomorrow,

Sends a signal to the rest of ‘em that they too, can join and follow.

Let your sunshine out and allow the world to share,

Don’t be ashamed of who you are, let them stand and stare!

You are the leading light and not the one that’s wrong,

Go on ..... reach down deep inside and put that darn cloak on.

                                                                ©Rev. Steve 260506