and then there was a gentle breeze to push me forward
there was a straight path to my destination
there was a paradise that awaited me
there was only me
and then there is a still atmosphere to retain me
there is a long wooden bench for me to rest on
there is a cross-junction for me to decide
there is only me
and then there will be a twister to blow me up
there will be a hollow core opaque to us
there will be a path of destruction
and there will be Us

no arrows, no signs, no visions to guide me there
no dreams, no words, no imaginations to lead me there
treat each day like an end
an end that repeats
an end that begins
treat each day like a beginning
a beginning that saves
a beginning that ends
no miracles, no tricks, no wishes to hoax me somewhere
just believing.
just faith.
just You.

by
Paulo Grey

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we mustn't need gifts or miracles, to remind us of the hope
they only remind us of our depravity
we mustn't need reminders basically, to remind us of the promise,
they only remind us that we doubt

x'mas does not remind me of the birth
it reminds me of the death
it is always a paradox
always a a reminder of what we choose to privilege over something more gory and unpleasant

so as you admire the x'mas lights decorating the shopping walkways,
remind yourself of the energy wasted to give you that commercial ambience
remind yourself of the thorns that decorated your Saviour
remind yourself of the depravity that abundance has sacrificed or should i say, obscured.


Alas. the year is coming to an end.
Alas, we will all move on.
But some things don't change.