Updated: Apr 19
Family arrival of baby Arthur, such immense joy being a Nana!
Launch of our NEW Business, Woven Colours.
I’v become a poet & didn’t know.
Another day another way in the creative music foundations rhythm sounds.
A fresh expression of awe and wonder birthed straight from my hearts bliss.
Visitors to my Scottish home come from far and wide, to see these wild Isle’s.
Some from over seas, Wales and Ireland too. Lewis shores barren and bleak. The ancient ones traveled along its beaches long years ago. We strand where their feet stood, and walk on these Revival shores.
Isle Mull, with its misty sea scapes, its waters rolls upon the Inner Hebrides.
Iona, the small Hebridean island of glory, experienced the beautiful white sand and crystal blue sea surrounding it, which captivated and brought such folk as St Columba who shaped a generation with the mighty presence of the love of God.
Monks and Pilgrims, Clans, kings, Craftsmen, Farmers Fishermen, all brave and free.
Arron, we felt the heart of your islands beauty and serenity. Bountiful sense of freedom, so wild and free, your creative wild life for all to see.
BEACH HEAD WALKS WITH MY FATHER
Amidst folk law tales of dragons lair.
Small bunny rabbits roam
Wild and free
On grassland beauty deity.
“Come play with me,
Down the fiery tails of Seraphim.”
Who’s darts pierce to my very soul,
Heart to kill,
Prevents the drill.
I look up, there on its Beach Head throne,
Sits the Seraphim
With blazing rule,
Mountains melt like wax before it's flame
Lightening flashing all about its deity
Perched on Irvine hill,
Staring out to sea
With its burning will.
The humming birds fly high above,
The eagles soar,
A red kite swoops from hatched babies nest
All fluffy feathered from mummies breast.
Under the shield of him who knows best, Abba Father.
I hear the sound of distant lands roaring
Deep cries out deep to deep,
Celestial sounds boom far and wide.
Blue cloudy inky skies,
Faces shine forth on crystal seas of glass.
Irvine green fresh river upon the estuary of sound.
A frequency of ecstasy,
Green and pleasant land,
Oh bonny Scotland
Oh brave you are
Thy beauty shines for all to see
In your ruggedness you rally forth your troops
Where stains of love have strewn the land
It cries for vengeance
Oh fiery breath!
The piercing heart of rainbow colours
We smell your burning heather roots
The gorse all prickly
Crown of thorns,
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet?
Demands my life my soul my all.
In silence, stillness underground
Moles burrow, interconnecting, feasting
On their wormy captives
Freedom is our daily bread
We are not dead.
In Yahweh we live
Our life source complete,
Frequency of sound
We breath again,
Alive in his immense, entwining benevolence,
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