Tuesday, 15 November 2016

Broken Mirror

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When I look back I do not want to see that Evil continued,
because I did not want to know,
because life was more comfortable so.

When I am remembering my life,
I do not want to hear the children’s screams
as they’re betrayed by those in positions of power,
broken bodies and shattered dreams,
raped, tortured, killed by politicians we vote for.

I do not want to feel the animals’ pain
at their moment of slaughter
so that some twisted human's bloodlust thrills,
or as they are murdered to feed
our insatiable need for their drained flesh.

Don’t let me see the blood-soaked ground
where countless people have died
slain by our own governments’ lies
to fulfill the plans of the Satanic Elite
who sacrifice the Innocent at Lucifer’s feet
as they gorge themselves full
of power from the kill.

No, no, no
let me rather cry now,
let me try now,
let me fight now,
so I can go into the shadows one day at peace with myself,
and I will not know with sickening shame that I looked away
because it was easier that way.

Show me the Truth and I promise to face it
no matter how hard
or what dark place it takes me to,
the pain of a broken heart
is less terrifying to me
than the agony of a guilty conscience would be.

Name the enemy, declare the war,
choose your side, and sharpen your sword!


Christine Jordaan
15 November 2016

© 2017

Monday, 7 November 2016

I AM Love

© 2017

I am a cat stalking along city rooftops
independent and free
nobody owns me

I am a swan dreaming gently
in the pale gold reeds at the lake’s edge
sheltering for the winter

I am a dragon soaring high overheard
roaring flames to protect Her land

I am a deer trembling
in the misty purple heather
I quiver,
every fibre of my being alert to the sound of Him
coming through the deepening Dusk

Inchnadamph, Assynt, Scotland, 2002
With all of my heart and soul
with every atom and particle
along every string and wave in the multiverse
I love the King Stag

I feel His love in the heat of the sun warming me
I see His power in the strength of the eagle’s wing as He glides overhead
my heart breaks for His nobility as He dips His antlers
to Her full light rising
a pale circle like a fat dew drop on a green leaf in the deep forest

I am a spider spinning my web
new and glistening each day
trying to tell Him in a different way
how much I love Him
I spin a story
just for Him
about my conversations with Night
just before Dawn broke

I am in the silent pool
a reflection just waiting
for Him to see me
Glen Helen, Isle of Man, 1999
I do not wish to join the river
for it will carry me away from Him
I want to stay here forever
below the secret high places
just waiting
to see His proud silhouette
against the twilight sky
as He steps regally down the valley
every breath I draw
is one of longing
and hoping
and dreaming
my heart is full to bursting
of knowing

I told my secret to the breeze
tickling me softly at midday
the breeze told the clouds
that quickly blew my way
they shook themselves empty
of their clean, clear rain
and I was waiting,
just hoping
He would come to drink again

The stars tiptoed out
through the heavy velvet sky
and took their places one by one
as planets wheeled by

I lay so still
just drifting
quietly in the Dream
as a leaf gives up Will
and floats
trusting down the stream

He was wild
He was roaming
the lonely vast free
and my heart was roaming with him
as the shade is to the tree
Assynt, Scotland, July 2002

By Christine Jordaan, 2013
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