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YOU ARE THE LIGHT IN THE DARK You are the light in the dark, the inconceivable spark, life beyond your wildest dreams, nothing is ever what it seems. With nothing left too do but shine, step into the seat divine, hold your light an eternal flame, forget the past, forget the shame. Go forward now into the dark, and light the night with your soul and spark. Take the power of your now, in the moment you will own it so take a bow, do the things that set your soul on fire, claim your passion and desire, tilt that energy toward your God, and it will set your light on fire, tempered in the flames of time, you now wield a sword divine, if you think you have the spine, then this dimension is your’s and mine, and in the dark we’ll spark the light, and then set fire to the night, dance the dance of destines, figure out the recipes, take all control of this here life, and every day then feed the light, bathe in wisdom and restore your sight, and be prepared for the fight of all fights. In the darkness you are the light, for all the world’s blindness, you are their sight, it is your responsibility to do these things, so you can build a path to your wildest dreams. JPPD

The Straight and Narrow Path In the realm where shadows dance and light does weep, The Straight and Narrow Path, a journey steep, Through valleys deep and mountains high, Where truth and courage never die. With steadfast heart and unwavering eye, The path unfolds ’neath the endless sky, Each step a choice, each choice a test, To walk in grace or be put to rest. Amidst the whispers of the ancient trees, The seeker treads on bended knees, Seeking wisdom, seeking truth, In the fleeting hours of fleeting youth. The Straight and Narrow, a winding road, Where destiny and fate are sowed, In the tapestry of time and space, A journey to find one’s rightful place. So heed the call, embrace the task, The Straight and Narrow is all we ask, To walk with purpose, walk with grace, And find in the end, a sacred place. In the hush of dawn and twilight’s glow, The Straight and Narrow path does show, A way to redemption, a way to light, Guiding souls through the darkest night. Each twist and turn, each rise and fall, A testament to the seeker’s call, To rise above, to transcend the mundane, And in the journey, find peace again. Through trials fierce and battles won, The Straight and Narrow is never done, For in the heart of every soul, Lies the key to reach the ultimate goal. So walk with courage, walk with might, On the Straight and Narrow, bathed in light, For in the end, when all is said and done, The path you’ve chosen will be the one. In the tapestry of fate, our stories entwine, On the Straight and Narrow, the stars align, Through valleys of sorrow and peaks of joy, Our spirits soar, our doubts destroy. With each step forward, we leave the past behind, On the Straight and Narrow, clarity we find, In the whispers of the wind and the songs of the earth, We discover our true selves, our intrinsic worth. So let us journey on, with faith as our guide, On the Straight and Narrow, side by side, In unity and purpose, we walk the path, Embracing the unknown, facing its wrath. For in the end, as the journey unfurls, The Straight and Narrow reveals its pearls, Of wisdom, of truth, of love so vast, Guiding us home, at last. JPPD

In the realm where dreams take flight, Resides the Spirit of Freedom, pure and bright, A force untamed, wild and strong, In the hearts of all, where it belongs. It dances on the winds of change, In every soul, it finds its range, A beacon of hope in darkest night, Guiding us towards the light. In the vast expanse of the sky, The Spirit of Freedom soars high, Breaking chains of doubt and fear, Embracing all that we hold dear. It whispers in the rustling trees, Carried on the wings of bees, In every river’s flowing stream, The Spirit of Freedom gleams. So let it reign, let it shine, In every corner, yours and mine, For in its essence, we are one, Boundless and free, under the sun. In the silence of the mountain’s peak, The Spirit of Freedom finds the meek, It calls to those who seek the truth, And guides them through the trials of youth. In the depths of the ocean’s blue, The Spirit of Freedom sails anew, It weaves through coral, swims with grace, A symbol of strength in every place. It lingers in the laughter of a child, In the eyes of the wise and mild, A timeless force, forever true, The Spirit of Freedom, within me and you. So let it echo in every land, A melody played by nature’s hand, In the tapestry of life, it weaves, The Spirit of Freedom never leaves. In the whispers of the ancient trees, The Spirit of Freedom hums with ease, A song of courage, a song of might, Guiding us through the darkest night. In the dance of the flames so bright, The Spirit of Freedom shines its light, A beacon of hope, a guiding star, Leading us to who we truly are. In the stillness of the desert sand, The Spirit of Freedom takes a stand, Unyielding, unwavering, strong and true, In every heart, it lives and grew. In the heartbeat of a newborn’s cry, The Spirit of Freedom reaches high, A promise of a future bright, A beacon in the darkest night. In the laughter of the old and wise, The Spirit of Freedom never dies, It whispers in the winds that blow, In every seed that starts to grow. In the bonds that tie us hand in hand, The Spirit of Freedom takes its stand, Uniting hearts in love and peace, In every soul, it finds release. In the echoes of history’s call, The Spirit of Freedom stands tall, A testament to the human soul, A timeless force that makes us whole. So let it echo, let it ring, The Spirit of Freedom, soaring wing, In every moment, every choice, In the symphony of our collective voice. In the vastness of the starlit sky, The Spirit of Freedom soars up high, A symphony of dreams and grace, Embracing all, in every place. So let it flow, let it be, The Spirit of Freedom, wild and free, In every breath, in every stride, Guiding us with unwavering pride. JPPD

Through Tokyo’s bustling streets, a train glides, Angelic whispers, where beauty resides, In the heart of the city, a moment serene, A touch of magic, a sight to be seen. Amidst the rush, a melody pure, Angelic whispers, a gentle allure, Passengers lost in a dreamlike state, As the train carries them to a heavenly gate. Soft voices float in the hush of the night, Guiding souls through the city’s bright light, A symphony of whispers, a celestial refrain, On a Tokyo train, where angels reign. In the midst of chaos, a moment of peace, Angelic whispers, a sweet release, A reminder that beauty can be found, In the simple moments, in the sights and sounds. So listen closely as the train rolls on, To the angelic whispers, to the break of dawn, In Tokyo’s embrace, where dreams take flight, On a train of whispers, in the still of the night. Among the neon glow and the urban sprawl, Angelic whispers, a soothing call, Echoing through the city’s beating heart, A touch of grace, a work of art. Through tunnels dark and stations bright, Angelic whispers, a guiding light, Connecting souls in a transient space, A moment of solace, a brief embrace. On the Tokyo train, where worlds collide, Angelic whispers, a gentle tide, Carrying passengers to unknown lands, Invisible hands, in cosmic strands. So let the whispers carry you away, In Tokyo’s rhythm, let them sway, To a place of peace, of quietude, On a Tokyo train, in angelic mood. JPPD

n the heart of the brave and free, Lies the spirit of Liberty, A flame that burns with eternal grace, Guiding us through time and space. It whispers in the winds that blow, In every river’s gentle flow, A song of hope, a song of might, A beacon in the darkest night. In the eyes of those who dare to dream, The spirit of Liberty gleams, A promise of a brighter day, Where all are equal, come what may. So let it soar, let it shine, The spirit of Liberty divine, In every soul, in every heart, A timeless bond that shall not part. In the heartbeat of a newborn’s cry, The Spirit of Freedom reaches high, A promise of a future bright, A beacon in the darkest night. In the laughter of the old and wise, The Spirit of Freedom never dies, It whispers in the winds that blow, In every seed that starts to grow. In the bonds that tie us hand in hand, The Spirit of Freedom takes its stand, Uniting hearts in love and peace, In every soul, it finds release. In the echoes of history’s call, The Spirit of Freedom stands tall, A testament to the human soul, A timeless force that makes us whole. So let it echo, let it ring, The Spirit of Freedom, soaring wing, In every moment, every choice, In the symphony of our collective voice. j. JPPD

n the symphony of life’s sweet song, Blessings abound, a melody strong. Joy dances in the morning light, Love’s embrace, pure and bright. Happiness blooms like a fragrant rose, Beauty in every moment it bestows. Hope whispers in the gentle breeze, Guiding us through trials with ease. In the laughter of a child at play, Life’s blessings shine in every way. Love’s embrace, a comforting hug, Joy’s laughter, a gentle tug. Beauty in a sunrise’s golden hue, Hope in skies of azure blue. Life’s blessings, a treasure trove, Guiding us with grace and love. In every smile, in every tear, Life’s blessings are always near. Embracing us in times of need, Planting seeds of love and heed. So let us cherish each blessing found, In joy, love, happiness all around. For in life’s tapestry, woven with care, These blessings are treasures rare. In the tapestry of life, blessings unfurl, In every moment, a precious pearl. Love’s tender touch, a soothing balm, Guiding us through life’s calm and storm. Happiness sparkles in eyes that gleam, A radiant light in every dream. Beauty in nature’s wondrous art, A masterpiece that touches the heart. Hope’s gentle whisper in the night, A beacon of faith, shining bright. In the symphony of life’s sweet song, Blessings weave a melody strong. Embrace the joy that each day brings, Celebrate the love that forever sings. Find happiness in the simple things, And let hope lift you on grace’s wings. Life’s blessings, a treasure trove, A testament to the power of love. In joy, in love, in beauty and hope, May you find the strength to cope. So cherish each blessing, big and small, For they are the truest gifts of all. In the tapestry of life’s grand design, May blessings abundant in your heart shine. In the gentle whispers of the wind, Life’s blessings in abundance are pinned. In the laughter of friends gathered near, Love’s warmth and joy ever clear. Happiness blooms in the simplest of things, A melody that the heart joyously sings. Beauty surrounds us in nature’s embrace, A reminder of life’s exquisite grace. Hope shines bright in the darkest night, A beacon of light, a guiding light. In the tapestry of life’s intricate art, Blessings intertwine, never to part. Embrace the blessings that each day brings, In love, in joy, in the songs that life sings. Hold onto hope in times of despair, For blessings of life are always there. So treasure each moment, each memory made, In the blessings of life, let your soul cascade. For in joy, in love, in beauty and hope, Life’s blessings illuminate and help us cope. May your days be filled with blessings untold, In the tapestry of life, may your story unfold. Embrace each blessing with a grateful heart, And let life’s beauty be your eternal art.

n the symphony of life’s sweet song, Blessings abound, a melody strong. Joy dances in the morning light, Love’s embrace, pure and bright. Happiness blooms like a fragrant rose, Beauty in every moment it bestows. Hope whispers in the gentle breeze, Guiding us through trials with ease. In the laughter of a child at play, Life’s blessings shine in every way. Love’s embrace, a comforting hug, Joy’s laughter, a gentle tug. Beauty in a sunrise’s golden hue, Hope in skies of azure blue. Life’s blessings, a treasure trove, Guiding us with grace and love. In every smile, in every tear, Life’s blessings are always near. Embracing us in times of need, Planting seeds of love and heed. So let us cherish each blessing found, In joy, love, happiness all around. For in life’s tapestry, woven with care, These blessings are treasures rare. In the tapestry of life, blessings unfurl, In every moment, a precious pearl. Love’s tender touch, a soothing balm, Guiding us through life’s calm and storm. Happiness sparkles in eyes that gleam, A radiant light in every dream. Beauty in nature’s wondrous art, A masterpiece that touches the heart. Hope’s gentle whisper in the night, A beacon of faith, shining bright. In the symphony of life’s sweet song, Blessings weave a melody strong. Embrace the joy that each day brings, Celebrate the love that forever sings. Find happiness in the simple things, And let hope lift you on grace’s wings. Life’s blessings, a treasure trove, A testament to the power of love. In joy, in love, in beauty and hope, May you find the strength to cope. So cherish each blessing, big and small, For they are the truest gifts of all. In the tapestry of life’s grand design, May blessings abundant in your heart shine. In the gentle whispers of the wind, Life’s blessings in abundance are pinned. In the laughter of friends gathered near, Love’s warmth and joy ever clear. Happiness blooms in the simplest of things, A melody that the heart joyously sings. Beauty surrounds us in nature’s embrace, A reminder of life’s exquisite grace. Hope shines bright in the darkest night, A beacon of light, a guiding light. In the tapestry of life’s intricate art, Blessings intertwine, never to part. Embrace the blessings that each day brings, In love, in joy, in the songs that life sings. Hold onto hope in times of despair, For blessings of life are always there. So treasure each moment, each memory made, In the blessings of life, let your soul cascade. For in joy, in love, in beauty and hope, Life’s blessings illuminate and help us cope. May your days be filled with blessings untold, In the tapestry of life, may your story unfold. Embrace each blessing with a grateful heart, And let life’s beauty be your eternal art.

THE SPIRIT OF LOVE In the realm where hearts entwine, Resides a spirit so divine. Love’s essence pure, like a dove, Guiding souls to soar above. In whispers soft, it gently calls, Through moonlit nights and sunlit halls. Binding spirits, hand in glove, Embracing with a warmth of love. In every touch, in every glance, The spirit weaves a tender dance. Through trials faced, like hand in glove, Love’s light shines from realms above. So let us cherish, treasure, and hold, The spirit of love, more precious than gold. In its embrace, we rise and move, Guided by the spirit of love. In the depths of every soul it dwells, A force that within us swells. The spirit of love, a beacon bright, Guiding us through the darkest night. In laughter shared and tears embraced, Its presence never to be replaced. A bond that time cannot remove, Nurtured by the spirit of love. Through stormy seas and skies of blue, It remains steadfast, strong, and true. In whispers of the wind above, Echoes the eternal spirit of love. So let it guide us, hand in hand, Across the oceans, over land. In its embrace, we find our peace, The spirit of love will never cease. In the symphony of life’s grand design, The spirit of love forever shines. In moments of joy and times of sorrow, It remains our light for a brighter tomorrow. Through valleys low and mountains high, In the vast expanse of the endless sky, Love’s gentle touch, like a velvet glove, Wraps us in warmth and endless love. In the tapestry of fate and time, The spirit of love, a melody sublime. It weaves through hearts, below and above, A timeless bond, a sacred trove. So let us honor, cherish, and adore, The spirit of love forevermore. In its embrace, we rise and evolve, Guided by the eternal spirit of love. In the whispers of the morning breeze, The spirit of love dances with ease. In the colors of the setting sun, Its presence lingers, never undone. Through trials faced and battles fought, Love’s essence is never distraught. In the symphony of life’s grand play, The spirit of love lights the way. In the laughter of children at play, In the stillness at the end of day, Love’s gentle touch, like a velvet glove, Reminds us of the beauty thereof. So let us walk with hearts so true, Embracing the love in all we do. In its eternal, boundless trove, Resides the everlasting spirit of love. In the tapestry of time and space, Love’s enduring warmth we embrace. Through every trial, every test, The spirit of love brings us rest. In the silence of a starlit night, Love’s presence shines ever bright. In the depths of every soul it resides, Guiding us with gentle tides. In the rhythm of each beating heart, Love’s symphony plays its part. Through the highs and lows we move, Empowered by the spirit of love. So let us hold onto its guiding light, Through the darkest hour, the longest night. In the universe, below and above, We are united by the spirit of love. In the whispers of the rustling trees, Carried on the gentlest breeze, Love’s essence weaves a timeless song, In which our hearts forever belong. In the dance of shadows and light, Love’s radiance shines ever bright, Binding souls in a sacred dance, Guiding them with a gentle trance. In the echoes of laughter and tears, Love’s melody soothes all fears, Through the ebb and flow of time, Its eternal flame continues to climb. In the symphony of joy and sorrow, Love’s presence shines bright tomorrow, Guiding us through life’s intricate art, With a love that binds every heart. In the whispers of the night’s embrace, Love’s grace leaves a lasting trace, In the tapestry of our shared story, It weaves a bond of eternal glory. So let us hold onto love’s gentle sway, In its light, we find our way, Through every challenge, every curve, The spirit of love will forever preserve. In the tapestry of life’s design, Love’s threads intertwine, Creating a masterpiece so rare, A reflection of the love we share. So let us cherish this gift divine, The spirit of love, pure and fine, In its embrace, we find solace and peace, A love that will never , ever cease. JON PAUL PATRICK DOHERTY...........

The Spirit of truth In the realm where shadows flee, Resides the Spirit of Truth, wild and free. In whispers soft, it weaves its tale, Through the cosmic winds, it sets sail. With eyes that pierce through veils of lies, It reveals the secrets that truth belies. In the depths of hearts, its light does shine, Unraveling mysteries, divine and fine. Through valleys deep and mountains high, The Spirit of Truth will never shy. In every soul, its essence gleams, Guiding us through hopes and dreams. So let us heed its gentle call, Embrace the truth, stand tall and all. For in the dance of life, pure and uncouth, We find our path in the Spirit of Truth. In the tapestry of time, its threads entwine, Binding past, present, and future divine. Through the echoes of history’s lore, The Spirit of Truth whispers evermore. In the symphony of existence, it plays its part, Revealing the melody of every heart. With each verse sung, each note so clear, It echoes through eternity, drawing near. In the dance of shadows and light, The Spirit of Truth shines ever bright. Unveiling the beauty of the unseen, In every moment, in every scene. So let its essence guide your way, In the darkest night, in the brightest day. For in the core of your being, in your youth, Resides the eternal Spirit of Truth. In the silence of dawn, where dreams take flight, The Spirit of Truth weaves through the night. Whispers of wisdom, echoes of grace, In every soul, it finds its place. Through the trials and triumphs we face, It stands as a beacon, a steady embrace. In the depths of our doubts, it shines clear, Dispelling illusions, calming our fear. In the tapestry of life, where stories unfold, The Spirit of Truth, a treasure untold. In the whispers of nature, the songs of the wise, It speaks through the heart, beyond the skies. So let it guide you, in moments of doubt, The Spirit of Truth, within and without. In the symphony of existence, in the fountain of youth, Embrace the eternal, boundless Spirit of Truth. In the whispers of the wind, in the rustling leaves, The Spirit of Truth dances and weaves. Through the cycles of life, in the ebb and flow, Its presence lingers, a radiant glow. In the depths of the ocean, in the heights of the sky, The Spirit of Truth soars, never asking why. It carries the essence of all that is real, In its touch, we find solace and zeal. Through the tapestry of time, it threads its way, Guiding us through night and day. In the echoes of laughter, in the tears we shed, The Spirit of Truth walks with us, ahead. So listen closely to its gentle call, In the silence of the night, in the chaos of all. For in the heart of existence, in the fountain of youth, Resides the eternal, unwavering Spirit of Truth. JPPD

THE SPIRIT OF LOVE In the realm where hearts entwine, Resides a spirit so divine. Love’s essence pure, like a dove, Guiding souls to soar above. In whispers soft, it gently calls, Through moonlit nights and sunlit halls. Binding spirits, hand in glove, Embracing with a warmth of love. In every touch, in every glance, The spirit weaves a tender dance. Through trials faced, like hand in glove, Love’s light shines from realms above. So let us cherish, treasure, and hold, The spirit of love, more precious than gold. In its embrace, we rise and move, Guided by the spirit of love. In the depths of every soul it dwells, A force that within us swells. The spirit of love, a beacon bright, Guiding us through the darkest night. In laughter shared and tears embraced, Its presence never to be replaced. A bond that time cannot remove, Nurtured by the spirit of love. Through stormy seas and skies of blue, It remains steadfast, strong, and true. In whispers of the wind above, Echoes the eternal spirit of love. So let it guide us, hand in hand, Across the oceans, over land. In its embrace, we find our peace, The spirit of love will never cease. In the symphony of life’s grand design, The spirit of love forever shines. In moments of joy and times of sorrow, It remains our light for a brighter tomorrow. Through valleys low and mountains high, In the vast expanse of the endless sky, Love’s gentle touch, like a velvet glove, Wraps us in warmth and endless love. In the tapestry of fate and time, The spirit of love, a melody sublime. It weaves through hearts, below and above, A timeless bond, a sacred trove. So let us honor, cherish, and adore, The spirit of love forevermore. In its embrace, we rise and evolve, Guided by the eternal spirit of love. In the whispers of the morning breeze, The spirit of love dances with ease. In the colors of the setting sun, Its presence lingers, never undone. Through trials faced and battles fought, Love’s essence is never distraught. In the symphony of life’s grand play, The spirit of love lights the way. In the laughter of children at play, In the stillness at the end of day, Love’s gentle touch, like a velvet glove, Reminds us of the beauty thereof. So let us walk with hearts so true, Embracing the love in all we do. In its eternal, boundless trove, Resides the everlasting spirit of love. In the tapestry of time and space, Love’s enduring warmth we embrace. Through every trial, every test, The spirit of love brings us rest. In the silence of a starlit night, Love’s presence shines ever bright. In the depths of every soul it resides, Guiding us with gentle tides. In the rhythm of each beating heart, Love’s symphony plays its part. Through the highs and lows we move, Empowered by the spirit of love. So let us hold onto its guiding light, Through the darkest hour, the longest night. In the universe, below and above, We are united by the spirit of love. In the whispers of the rustling trees, Carried on the gentlest breeze, Love’s essence weaves a timeless song, In which our hearts forever belong. In the dance of shadows and light, Love’s radiance shines ever bright, Binding souls in a sacred dance, Guiding them with a gentle trance. In the echoes of laughter and tears, Love’s melody soothes all fears, Through the ebb and flow of time, Its eternal flame continues to climb. In the symphony of joy and sorrow, Love’s presence shines bright tomorrow, Guiding us through life’s intricate art, With a love that binds every heart. In the whispers of the night’s embrace, Love’s grace leaves a lasting trace, In the tapestry of our shared story, It weaves a bond of eternal glory. So let us hold onto love’s gentle sway, In its light, we find our way, Through every challenge, every curve, The spirit of love will forever preserve. In the tapestry of life’s design, Love’s threads intertwine, Creating a masterpiece so rare, A reflection of the love we share. So let us cherish this gift divine, The spirit of love, pure and fine, In its embrace, we find solace and peace, A love that will never , ever cease. JON PAUL PATRICK DOHERTY...........

Breath of Eternal Life In the breath of eternal life, we find, A melody of moments intertwined. Whispers of time, a gentle breeze, Carrying hopes and dreams with ease. Each inhale a story, each exhale a song, In the symphony of life, we all belong. Through trials and triumphs, we strive, In the breath of eternal life, we thrive. Like petals dancing in the wind, Our spirits soar, our hearts pinned. To the rhythm of the universe’s call, In the breath of eternal life, we stand tall. So let us cherish each breath we take, For in its essence, our souls awake. In the tapestry of existence, pure and bright, Lies the beauty of the breath of eternal life. In the breath of eternal life, we find, A tapestry of moments intertwined. With every heartbeat, a new chance, To embrace the world’s joyful dance. In the whispers of the wind, secrets unfold, Stories of love, courage, and gold. Each breath a reminder of our divine spark, Guiding us through the light and dark. In the symphony of life’s grand design, The breath of eternal life intertwines. Connecting us to the cosmos above, Infusing our beings with boundless love. So let us cherish this gift we hold dear, For in each breath, eternity is near. Inhale the present, exhale the past, Embracing the moment, make it last. In the breath of eternal life, a journey unfolds, Through valleys of wisdom and mountains of old. With each gentle sigh, a story is told, Of courage and faith, of silver and gold. In the whispers of dawn and the hush of the night, We find solace and peace, a guiding light. Inhaling the essence of all that we are, Exhaling our worries, our doubts, and our scars. The breath of eternal life, a symphony divine, Plays melodies of joy, of love intertwined. In the dance of existence, we find our place, In the breath of eternal life’s endless grace. So let us breathe deeply, with hearts open wide, Embracing the journey, the ebb, and the tide. For in each precious moment, in each breath we take, Lies the beauty of life, in the breath we make. JPPD

The Spirit of God In the realm where dreams take flight, Resides the Spirit, pure and bright. A guiding force, unseen yet near, Whispers softly, calming fear. In every leaf, in every tree, The Spirit dances, wild and free. Through valleys deep and mountains high, It sings a song that fills the sky. In acts of kindness, love’s embrace, The Spirit shines on every face. In moments of despair and pain, It offers hope like gentle rain. So let us cherish, let us pray, For the Spirit guides us every day. In the beauty that surrounds us all, The Spirit of God will never fall. In the gentle breeze that softly blows, In the river’s current as it flows, The Spirit of God, forever near, Brings solace, calm, and grace so dear. In the laughter of a child at play, In the colors of the break of day, The Spirit’s presence, strong and true, Brings light and joy in all we do. In the quiet moments of reflection, In the bonds of love, a deep connection, The Spirit’s essence, pure and bright, Guides us through both day and night. So let us listen, let us heed, The Spirit’s call in times of need. For in its presence, we find peace, And in its love, all troubles cease. In the rustle of leaves on a summer night, In the stars that twinkle with soft light, The Spirit of God whispers in the air, A reminder that it’s always there. In the kindness of strangers, a helping hand, In the beauty of nature, so vast and grand, The Spirit’s touch can be felt and seen, In every moment, in every scene. In the songs of birds at the break of dawn, In the colors of a new day born, The Spirit’s presence, serene and clear, Guides us through both joy and fear. So let us embrace this divine connection, Let the Spirit lead us in every direction, For in its wisdom and eternal grace, We find our peace, our sacred place.

As Alice delved deeper into the mysteries of the enchanted castle, she uncovered rooms filled with wonders beyond her wildest imagination. In one chamber, she found a library where books whispered tales of forgotten lands and ancient legends. Each page she turned transported her to new realms, where dragons soared and mermaids sang. In another room, she discovered a workshop where artisans crafted intricate sculptures that seemed to come alive with a touch. The air was filled with the sound of chisels carving marble and brushes painting dreams onto canvas. As she wandered through the castle’s labyrinthine halls, Alice met creatures of all shapes and sizes, from talking animals to ethereal beings made of starlight. Each one shared stories of their own journeys through the looking glass, inspiring Alice to embrace the magic that surrounded her. But amidst the joy and wonder, a shadow loomed in the distance. A darkness that threatened to engulf the world captured in a moment, casting doubt and fear over its once vibrant landscape. Determined to protect this realm of magic and mystery, Alice knew that she had to confront the looming darkness head-on. With courage in her heart and the wisdom she had gained from her adventures, she set out to face the shadows that threatened to consume everything she held dear. As she ventured deeper into the heart of the castle, the darkness grew stronger, twisting and turning like a serpent ready to strike. But Alice stood tall, her spirit unbroken, as she faced the source of the encroaching shadows. In a final showdown that tested her resolve and her belief in the power of imagination, Alice unleashed a wave of light and love that banished the darkness once and for all. The world captured in a moment shimmered with renewed brilliance, its colors brighter and its magic stronger than ever before. As she stood amidst the restored beauty of the enchanted realm, Alice knew that her journey was far from over. With a smile on her lips and a twinkle in her eye, she set off into the unknown, ready to embrace whatever adventures lay ahead in a world where she was forever captured in a moment of pure, unbridled magic. As Alice ventured further into the enchanted realm, she encountered new wonders and challenges that tested her courage and creativity. She explored mystical forests where trees whispered ancient secrets, crossed crystal-clear streams where water nymphs danced, and climbed towering mountains that touched the sky. In her travels, Alice met companions who joined her on her quest, each bringing their own unique talents and perspectives to the journey. Together, they faced trials and tribulations, overcoming obstacles with teamwork, trust, and unwavering determination. As they delved deeper into the mysteries of the realm, they uncovered a hidden power that threatened to disrupt the delicate balance of the world captured in a moment. A force of chaos and discord that sought to unravel the very fabric of reality. With the fate of the enchanted realm hanging in the balance, Alice and her companions knew that they had to act swiftly and decisively to thwart the looming threat. Drawing upon their strengths and the bonds of friendship they had forged, they embarked on a daring mission to confront the source of the encroaching chaos. Their journey led them to the heart of a swirling tempest, where darkness and light clashed in a tumultuous dance. Amidst the chaos, Alice stood firm, her gaze unwavering, as she called upon the magic within her to restore harmony to the world. In a dazzling display of bravery and resilience, Alice unleashed a torrent of light that banished the darkness and restored peace to the realm. The world captured in a moment shimmered with renewed vibrancy, its beauty and wonder more radiant than ever before. As the echoes of their victory faded into the ether, Alice and her companions knew that their bond and their shared experiences had forever changed them. They had become heroes in a world where imagination reigned supreme, where every moment held the promise of magic and adventure. And so, with hearts full of gratitude and spirits ablaze with possibility, Alice and her companions set off once more into the boundless expanse of the enchanted realm, ready to embrace whatever wonders and challenges awaited them in a world where they were forever captured in a moment of pure, unbridled magic. JPPD

In a quaint little village, nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering trees, there lived a young girl named Alice. Alice was known far and wide for her curious nature and her love of adventure. One sunny afternoon, as she wandered through the meadow, she stumbled upon a peculiar looking mirror standing alone in a clearing. Intrigued by its shimmering surface, Alice approached the mirror and gazed into it. To her surprise, the mirror began to ripple like a pond, and before she knew it, she found herself being pulled into its depths. As Alice tumbled through the looking glass, she felt herself being whisked away to a world unlike any she had ever seen. Colors danced and swirled around her, and strange creatures with mischievous grins darted in and out of view. Before long, Alice found herself in a grand hall, filled with ornate clocks ticking in perfect unison. At the center of the room stood a figure cloaked in shadows, their face hidden from view. “Welcome, dear Alice,” the figure spoke, their voice like a melody. “You have been captured in a moment, a moment of endless possibilities and infinite wonder.” With a wave of their hand, the figure beckoned Alice to explore this enchanting world, where time stood still and imagination reigned supreme. Together, they danced through fields of daisies that sang in harmony, and sailed on rivers of liquid moonlight that shimmered like diamonds. As the sun began to set on this magical realm, the figure turned to Alice and smiled. “Remember, dear Alice, that in every fleeting moment, there lies a world of magic waiting to be discovered.” And with that, Alice felt herself being gently pulled back through the looking glass, the world fading around her as she returned to the meadow where she had begun. As she blinked in the fading light, Alice knew that she had been forever changed by her journey through the mirror. And though she was back in her familiar world, she carried with her the memories of that wondrous place, captured in a moment of pure, unbridled magic. As Alice stood in the meadow, the memory of her extraordinary adventure lingered like a sweet dream. She knew that the world beyond the looking glass was real, a place where time danced and imagination soared. Determined to uncover more of this enchanting realm, Alice set out on a quest to find the mirror once more. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as she searched every corner of the village and beyond, her heart filled with longing for the world she had glimpse of. One crisp autumn morning, as the leaves whispered secrets in the wind, Alice stumbled upon the mirror once again. Without hesitation, she stepped through its shimmering surface, ready to dive back into the world of magic and mystery. This time, as she emerged on the other side, she found herself in a lush garden bathed in golden light. Flowers bloomed in vibrant hues, their petals singing songs of joy. Butterflies flitted around her, leaving trails of sparkling stardust in their wake. In the distance, Alice spotted a grand castle rising against the sky, its towers reaching for the heavens. With a sense of wonder and determination, she made her way towards the castle, each step filled with anticipation. As she approached the towering gates, they swung open with a soft creak, inviting her inside. The halls were lined with tapestries depicting scenes of whimsy and wonder, and the air was filled with the scent of roses and laughter. At the heart of the castle, Alice found herself face to face with the figure from her first journey, their eyes twinkling with secrets untold. “Welcome back, dear Alice,” the figure greeted her, their voice a melody that stirred her soul. “You have returned to a world captured in a moment, where dreams take flight and reality bends.” Together, they embarked on a new adventure through the castle’s winding corridors and hidden chambers, discovering treasures of imagination and wisdom along the way. As the day drew to a close and the sun dipped below the horizon, Alice knew that she had found a home in this magical realm, a place where she could be truly herself, free to explore, create, and dream. And so, in the embrace of this wondrous world, Alice found herself captured in a moment of pure magic, where time stood still and the possibilities were endless. JPPD

ETERNAL LIFE BEHIND THE VEIL In the realm where shadows play, Eternal life behind the veil does stay. A tapestry of time and space, Where mysteries of existence embrace. Beyond the curtain of mortal sight, Lies a world of everlasting light. Whispers of the past and future entwine, In the cosmic dance, divine and fine. Through the veil, a timeless song, Echoes of the souls forever long. In the hush of night, a secret tale, Of eternal life behind the veil. Stars that twinkle, ages old, Stories of the universe unfold. In the silence, truths prevail, Of eternal life behind the veil. Mystic threads of fate and chance, Weave the fabric of cosmic dance. In the tapestry of existence, frail, Resides eternal life behind the veil. So gaze beyond the earthly strife, Embrace the wonder of eternal life. In the realm where dreams set sail, Lies the beauty behind the veil. Whispers of love in every breeze, Carrying hopes and cherished pleas. In the cosmic symphony’s sweet wail, Resonates eternal life behind the veil. Celestial beings, in shimmering array, Dance in realms where spirits play. In the eternal cosmic trail, Lives the magic behind the veil. Embrace the mystery, the unknown, In the realm where truth is shown. In the heart of the universe, so frail, Lies the eternity behind the veil. JON PAUL PATRICK DOHERTY In a realm beyond the grasp of mortal minds, where time dances in circles and space folds upon itself, there exists a place known as the Veil. This ethereal boundary, shrouded in mystery and wonder, separates the world of the living from the realm of eternal life. In the town of Evermere, nestled at the edge of the Veil, there lived a young woman named Elara. She possessed a curious spirit and a heart full of dreams, yearning to unravel the secrets that lay beyond the Veil. Every night, as the moon cast its silvery glow over Evermere, Elara would steal away to the edge of town, where the Veil shimmered like a curtain of starlight. One fateful evening, as Elara stood at the threshold of the Veil, a soft voice whispered on the breeze, beckoning her to step forward. Without hesitation, she crossed the boundary, feeling a tingling sensation as she passed through the shimmering barrier. On the other side of the Veil, Elara found herself in a world unlike anything she had ever imagined. Colors more vivid than any rainbow painted the sky, and the air hummed with a melodic harmony that seemed to resonate from the very stars themselves. She wandered through meadows of shimmering light and forests of whispering trees, each leaf singing a song of ancient wisdom. As Elara journeyed deeper into this mystical realm, she encountered beings of pure light and energy, who spoke in riddles and danced in patterns beyond comprehension. They guided her through the cosmic tapestry, showing her glimpses of past, present, and future intertwined in a timeless dance. In the heart of the Veil, Elara discovered a place of infinite beauty and boundless love, where souls intertwined in a symphony of existence. Here, the concept of time dissolved, and the essence of eternal life pulsed like a heartbeat through the universe. With each passing moment in the Veil, Elara felt herself becoming more attuned to the rhythms of the cosmos, her spirit expanding to embrace the vastness of eternity. And as she gazed into the endless expanse of the Veil, she knew that the boundaries between life and death, past and future, were but illusions in the grand tapestry of existence. And so, Elara remained in the Veil, a guardian of the eternal light that shone beyond the boundaries of mortal understanding. Her presence a reminder that life, in all its forms, is but a fleeting moment in the eternal

The Path of Divinity Upon the path of divinity, we tread, Where whispers of eternity are softly spread. In the realm where spirits dance and sing, We seek the wisdom that the heavens bring. Beneath the stars’ celestial glow, We wander where the mystic rivers flow. Guided by the moon’s enchanting light, We journey through the veil of night. Through valleys deep and mountains high, We reach for the infinite sky. In the silence of the sacred grove, We find solace in the language of love. The path of divinity, a sacred quest, Where souls find peace and are blessed. In the embrace of the universe’s grace, We find our home in this sacred place. Along the path of divinity, we roam, In search of the place we can call home. Through fields of dreams and forests old, We discover truths waiting to unfold. In the whispers of the ancient trees, We hear the secrets carried by the breeze. Guided by the stars’ gentle light, We journey through the veil of night. In the dance of shadows and light, We find solace in the beauty of the night. Embracing the mysteries that surround, We walk on sacred, hallowed ground. The path of divinity leads us on, To realms where the divine is drawn. In the heart of the cosmos, we find, The eternal peace of the soul’s kind. JON PAUL PATRICK DOHERTY

In the heart of the night, where shadows dance, There glows a little light, a fleeting chance. Amidst the darkness, it softly gleams, A beacon of hope, beyond all dreams. In the stillness of the moon’s soft glow, It whispers secrets only the night may know. A spark of light in the vast expanse, Guiding lost souls in a mystic dance. Through the veil of time, it shines so bright, A tiny flame in the endless night. In the depths of despair, it softly sings, Of forgotten joys and new beginnings. Oh, little light in the darkness deep, In your gentle glow, our souls do keep. A flicker of hope, a guiding spark, Leading us through the shadows dark. So let us follow where you may lead, To realms of wonder, where hearts are freed. The little light in the darkness, so fair, Guiding us with love and tender care. In the tapestry of night, where dreams unfold, The little light in the darkness, a story untold. It weaves through the stars, a celestial art, Guiding us home, to the depths of the heart. Through trials and tribulations, it shines on, A steadfast presence, from dusk till dawn. In the vast unknown, it lights the way, A reminder that hope will never sway. So cherish the little light in the darkness deep, For in its glow, our souls do keep. A beacon of love, a guiding star, Leading us home, no matter how far. Jon Paul Patrick Doherty Once upon a time, in a whimsical world not so far away, there existed a little light that danced merrily in the dark. This little light, named Lumina, was no ordinary glow but a magical spark that had a mind of its own. Lumina lived in the Enchanted Forest, where the trees whispered secrets and the flowers sang sweet melodies. Every night, when the moon rose high in the sky, Lumina would emerge from its hiding spot and illuminate the forest with its warm, golden light. One fateful evening, as Lumina was flitting about, it stumbled upon a lost traveler named Elara. Elara was a young girl with a heart full of dreams and a head full of wonder. She had wandered into the Enchanted Forest seeking answers to questions she didn't even know how to ask. Lumina, sensing Elara's confusion and fear, floated gently towards her and cast a soft glow around her. Elara's eyes widened in amazement as she beheld the little light in the dark, its radiance filling her with a sense of peace and comfort. "Who are you?" Elara asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I am Lumina, the Keeper of Light," the little light replied, its voice like a gentle breeze rustling through the leaves. "I guide lost souls and illuminate paths unseen. Will you come with me on a wondrous adventure through the Enchanted Forest?" Without hesitation, Elara nodded, her heart brimming with excitement. Hand in hand, they set off into the depths of the forest, where the trees swayed in time with their footsteps and the stars twinkled in approval. Together, Lumina and Elara embarked on a journey of discovery and friendship, encountering magical creatures and enchanting sights along the way. They danced with fireflies, listened to the songs of the nightingales, and marveled at the beauty of the moonlit meadows. As dawn approached and the first light of day began to filter through the trees, Elara knew that her time with Lumina was coming to an end. With a heavy heart, she turned to the little light in the dark and said, "Thank you for showing me the wonders of this world. I will never forget our time together." Lumina smiled, its glow softening into a warm embrace. "Remember, Elara, that even in the darkest of times, there is always a little light to guide you. Trust in the magic of theLumina smiled, its glow softening into a warm embrace. “Remember, Elara, that even in the darkest of times, there is always a little light to guide you. Trust in the magic of the world around you, and you will never truly be lost.” With those parting words, Lumina bid Elara farewell, its light fading into the dawn. Elara watched as the little light in the dark vanished, leaving behind a sense of wonder and gratitude in her heart. As Elara made her way out of the Enchanted Forest, she carried with her the memories of her wondrous adventure with Lumina. From that day on, whenever she felt lost or afraid, she would close her eyes and remember the gentle glow of the little light that had illuminated her path. And so, the tale of Elara and Lumina, the little light in the dark, became a legend in the Enchanted Forest, a story of friendship, magic, and the enduring power of light in even the deepest darkness. Jon Paul Patrick Doherty

O' Heavenly Child why are you so Wild In the realm of stars where dreams beguiled, O’ Heavenly child, why are you so wild? Your laughter echoes through the night, A spark of mischief, pure and bright. In the moonlit dance of shadows deep, You roam the heavens, in secrets keep. With wings of freedom, you take flight, A spirit untamed, a radiant light. O’ Heavenly child, with spirit untamed, In your wildness, a beauty unclaimed. Embrace the chaos, the untamed fire, In your heart, a wild desire. So dance among the stars so mild, O’ Heavenly child, forever wild. In your eyes, a universe unfurled, A cosmic dance, a wild world. With each step, you paint the sky, A masterpiece that will never die. O’ Heavenly child, in your wild grace, You bring magic to this celestial space. JPPD............... Heavenly Child In a land where the sky met the sea, there lived a child unlike any other. This child, known as Luna, was said to be born from the stars themselves. Her laughter was the melody of the heavens, and her eyes held the secrets of the universe. Luna roamed the shores at night, her bare feet leaving shimmering imprints in the sand. The moonlight danced around her, casting a halo of silver upon her wild, flowing hair. She was a creature of pure light and untamed spirit. The villagers whispered tales of the Heavenly Child, how she could command the winds and speak to the creatures of the sea. Some feared her, while others revered her as a celestial being sent to guide them. One fateful night, a great storm descended upon the village, threatening to destroy everything in its path. Luna, sensing the danger, stood at the edge of the cliffs, her arms raised to the sky. With a voice that echoed through the storm, she called upon the heavens to calm the tempest. The winds obeyed her command, the waves stilled, and the storm clouds parted to reveal a sky filled with stars. The villagers watched in awe as Luna, the Heavenly Child, saved them from certain destruction. From that day on, Luna was hailed as a guardian of the land, a beacon of hope in times of darkness. She continued to roam the shores, her wild spirit untamed, her laughter a reminder of the magic that dwelled within her. And so, the legend of the Heavenly Child lived on, a tale of a child born from the stars, destined to light up the world with her celestial grace. JPPD

When Love Dies The Heavens Cry In the silence of the night, a tear falls from the sky, When love dies, the heavens cry. The stars lose their shimmer, the moon hides its face, As the world mourns the loss of love’s embrace. The wind whispers sorrow through the trees, Carrying echoes of heartbreak on its breeze. The angels weep, their tears like rain, Washing away the memories of joy and pain. But amidst the tears and the somber hue, Hope lingers on, fresh and new. For in the ashes of love’s final sigh, A seed of strength begins to sprout and fly. So let the heavens weep, let the tears fall, For love may die, but hope stands tall. In the darkest hour, when all seems lost, Love’s memory lingers, a bittersweet cost. The thunder roars, the lightning strikes, As the universe mourns the love it dislikes. But from the depths of despair and woe, A new path emerges, a chance to grow. For when love dies, it leaves behind a space, To fill with wisdom, courage, and grace. So let the heavens cry their tears so true, For from the ashes, a phoenix will renew. When love dies, it’s not the end, But a new beginning, a chance to mend. So let the heavens cry, let the storm rage, For love’s true essence transcends age. In the echoes of the weeping skies, Whispers of hope begin to rise. The tears that fall from heaven’s eyes, Water the seeds where new love lies. When love dies, it leaves a scar, But also opens a door ajar. Through that doorway, light will gleam, Illuminating a new dream. So let the heavens cry their sorrow, For a brighter day comes tomorrow. When love dies, the world may mourn, But from its ashes, new love is born. The heavens cry, the earth sighs, But love endures, reaching for the skies. In the symphony of tears that fall, A new melody begins to call. When love dies, it’s not the end, But a chance for hearts to mend. The heavens weep, the clouds part, Revealing a glimmer in the heart. Through the storm and darkest night, Love’s essence shines so bright. So let the heavens cry their tears, For in loss, new hope appears. When love dies, it’s not in vain, It paves the way for growth and gain. In the echo of the heavens’ cry, A new chapter begins to fly. So embrace the tears, the pain, the sigh, For from love’s death, new love will rise high. In the gentle rain of sorrow’s song, A new strength emerges, brave and strong. When love dies, the heavens weep, But in that loss, new promises keep. The clouds part ways to reveal the light, Guiding souls through the darkest night. From the ashes of love’s demise, Blooms a flower, reaching for the skies. So let the heavens cry their tears, For in the pain, a new dawn nears. When love dies, it’s not the end, But a chance for hearts to truly mend. Through the storm, a rainbow forms, A symbol of hope in life’s storms. In the echoes of love’s last sigh, A new beginning begins to fly. In the gentle rain of sorrow’s song, A new strength emerges, brave and strong. When love dies, the heavens weep, But in that loss, new promises keep. The clouds part ways to reveal the light, Guiding souls through the darkest night. From the ashes of love’s demise, Blooms a flower, reaching for the skies. So let the heavens cry their tears, For in the pain, a new dawn nears. When love dies, it’s not the end, But a chance for hearts to truly mend. Through the storm, a rainbow forms, A symbol of hope in life’s storms. In the echoes of love’s last sigh, A new beginning begins to fly. As the heavens weep and angels sigh, Love endures, it will never die. In the symphony of love and loss, A new chapter begins, despite the cost. When love dies, the heavens cry, But in that sorrow, new wings to fly. Through the tears and the pouring rain, A silver lining emerges, free from pain. In the echoes of a broken heart, A fresh start awaits, a brand new start. So let the heavens weep their tears, For in the sadness, hope appears. When love fades and bids goodbye, A new journey starts, reaching the sky. In the canvas of life, a masterpiece unfolds, With colors of love, in stories untold. So embrace the tears, the sorrow, the sigh, For in the end, love will never die. JPPD

In the whispers of the evening light, The Spirit of the Word takes flight. It dances in the shadows cast, Guiding us through future and past. In the silence of the starlit sky, The Word’s spirit soars high. It speaks of love that knows no end, A bond that all hearts can mend. Through the echoes of history’s call, The Word’s spirit stands tall. It carries the hopes of generations, Uniting souls in shared aspirations. So let us listen, let us embrace, The Spirit of the Word’s grace. For in its essence, we shall find, The strength and wisdom to be kind. In the whispers of the morning dew, The Spirit of the Word shines through. It whispers of resilience and might, Guiding us through the darkest night. In the rustle of the autumn leaves, The Word’s spirit gently weaves. It tells of growth and transformation, Inspiring hearts across every nation. Through the echoes of the mountains tall, The Word’s spirit stands strong for all. It carries the dreams of those who dare, To believe in a world that’s fair. So let us heed, let us believe, In the Spirit of the Word we receive. For in its essence, we shall see, The power to create a world that’s free. In the whispers of the ocean’s song, The Spirit of the Word belongs. It resonates with waves of truth, Inspiring the hearts of age and youth. In the silence of the midnight air, The Word’s spirit lingers with care. It speaks of courage and of light, Guiding us through the darkest night. Through the echoes of the forests deep, The Word’s spirit continues to keep The wisdom of the ancient trees, Teaching us to live with ease. So let us listen, let us learn, From the Spirit of the Word’s return. For in its essence, we shall find, The peace and harmony of humankind. JPPD

The wisdom of the ages by Jon Paul Patrick Doherty In the whispers of time, the wisdom of the ages, Echoes through history’s countless pages. Lessons learned, stories told, In the tapestry of life, they unfold. From ancient sages to modern minds, In the search for truth, wisdom finds. Guiding us through trials and fears, A beacon of light throughout the years. In the quiet moments of reflection, We hear the echoes of past perfection. The wisdom of the ages, a timeless gift, A source of strength, a sacred lift. So let us heed the voices of the wise, Their words like stars in darkened skies. For in their teachings, we find our way, The wisdom of the ages, a guiding ray. In the whispers of the wind, secrets untold, The wisdom of the ages, a treasure to behold. Through the ebb and flow of life’s grand stage, It stands as a beacon, a guiding sage. In the silence of the night, in the songs of the dawn, The wisdom of the ages, a legacy drawn. From the depths of the earth to the vast expanse, It weaves through existence, a timeless dance. In the hearts of the seekers, in the minds of the bold, The wisdom of the ages, a story untold. Through the trials and triumphs, the joys and tears, It resonates loudly, dispelling all fears. So let us embrace this wisdom so vast, From the echoes of the past to the future’s forecast. For in its essence, we find our true selves, The wisdom of the ages, in which all knowledge delves. In the whispers of the ancients, in the tales of yore, The wisdom of the ages, a boundless store. Through the cycles of life, in the cosmic flow, It teaches us lessons, helping us grow. In the echoes of history, in the songs of the wise, The wisdom of the ages, a priceless prize. Guiding us through darkness, showing us the light, It illuminates our path, shining bright. In the silence of contemplation, in the depths of thought, The wisdom of the ages, a treasure sought. From the dawn of time to the present day, It weaves a tapestry, showing the way. So let us listen to the whispers of old, The wisdom of the ages, a story told. In its timeless truths, in its eternal grace, We find our place, our rightful space. In the symphony of existence, in the rhythm of the soul, The wisdom of the ages, an eternal scroll. Through the trials and tribulations, the highs and lows, It offers solace, guiding us as we grow. In the whispers of the wind, in the rustle of the trees, The wisdom of the ages, carried on gentle breeze. From the depths of the oceans to the heights of the sky, It whispers of truths that never die. In the silence of the night, in the stillness of the soul, The wisdom of the ages, a timeless goal. Through the tapestry of time, in the threads of fate, It weaves a story, guiding us to our state. In the echoes of the past, in the dreams of the future, The wisdom of the ages, a nurturing suture. Binding us together, across generations, It offers insights, bridging separations. In the whispers of the wise, in the songs of the heart, The wisdom of the ages, a work of art. Painting a picture of humanity’s journey, It imparts lessons, shining with eternal glee. So let us heed its call, let us listen well, To the wisdom of the ages, in its mystical spell. For in its essence, we find truth and grace, Guiding us through life’s intricate maze. In the dance of the cosmos, in the stars above, The wisdom of the ages, a message of love. Connecting us all, across time and space, It reminds us of our shared human grace. So let us embrace this wisdom profound, In its depths, in its heights, in its boundless ground. For in its embrace, we find peace and light, The wisdom of the ages, shining ever bright. In the depths of our being, in the core of our essence, The wisdom of the ages, a timeless presence. Through the cycles of life, in the dance of creation, It offers guidance, a source of revelation. In the whispers of the wind, in the rustle of the leaves, The wisdom of the ages, a message that weaves. Through the tapestry of time, in the fabric of existence, It whispers truths, offering resistance. In the stillness of the night, in the first light of dawn, The wisdom of the ages, a beacon drawn. Guiding us through challenges, illuminating our way, It shines brightly, like the break of day. In the symphony of the universe, in the cosmic song, The wisdom of the ages, eternal and strong. Connecting us to the past, leading us to the future, It holds the key to our growth and nurture. So let us embrace this wisdom, let us hold it dear, For in its depths, we find clarity and cheer. The wisdom of the ages, a treasure trove, Guiding us with grace, and boundless love. In the whispers of the wind, in the rustle of the trees, The wisdom of the ages, carried on gentle breeze. From the depths of the oceans to the heights of the sky, It whispers of truths that never die. In the dance of the cosmos, in the stars above, The wisdom of the ages, a message of love. JPPD........

The Spirit of God by Jon Paul Patrick Doherty The Spirit of almighty God, the rapture of the saints, and all the angels and his peeps, they run the unseen streets, keep the swamp shit outta your ears, I pray to God to kill your fears, and out of that to make you rise, as if all this time you were in disguise, the plain hidden in plain sight, bright No slight, everyday a new fight, It’s a long hard road outta the darkness and into the light, nut we just take it a day at a time, no crime, time well spent is time not wasted, no sense getting pasted, pacified and basted, ya bastard you better be your own master…. Not a disaster…. The spirit of almighty god, in the sod the heavens above, divine master of all true and lasting love, sweet architect of the divine eternal soul, when I fuck up, you make me whole, It may take time, but it does unfold, and with every lesson is a lesson learned, if you don’t play with fire you won’t get burned, reap what you sow and earn what you earn, live how you live and learn what you learn, see what you see and churn what you churn, move toward the light and make sure ya don’t burn …..liven learn, liven learn, live n learn .liven learn, liven learn, live n learn The spirit of Almighty god with a lyrical flow, some rhythm and kick and a snare to go, forget what you think, what you think you thought you knew - you almost know, Knock knock knock…. open up the door, if you give more there will always be more, The spirit of God is the one to adore….. Put down the gun and begin to write, you’re main G will be right there by your side, so go fourth and multiply, add and divide, and take something away so the spirit survives, and just like a sculptor to keep it alive, in the spirit you shall seek and find, reap and sow and thrive…the word is alive….the word is alive…the word is alive JPPDZZZZZZZ In the depths of silence, where whispers reside, The spirit of God, a gentle guide. In the stillness of dawn, in the hush of night, A beacon of hope, a source of light. Through trials and triumphs, in moments of grace, The spirit of God, a comforting embrace. In the tapestry of life, in each soul’s quest, A divine presence, a sacred guest. In the dance of creation, in the songs of the earth, The spirit of God, a timeless rebirth. In the hearts of the weary, in the souls that seek, A source of strength, a voice that speaks. So let us listen, let us be still, To feel the spirit of God, a tranquil thrill. In the whispers of nature, in the depths of our being, A sacred connection, a sense of freeing. JPPDZZZZZZZ

Upon the winding path we tread, Adventure waits around the next bend. Whispers of mysteries yet to unfold, In the stories that the future will lend. Through valleys deep and mountains high, Our journey takes us far and wide. Around the next bend, a new sunrise, A chance for dreams to coincide. The road may twist, the road may turn, But with each step, we live and learn. Embracing the unknown with open hearts, Around the next bend, a fresh start. So let us walk with courage and grace, In the beauty of each unknown place. For around the next bend, who can say, What wonders await in the light of day. Upon the path we walk, around the bend, Where shadows dance and mysteries blend. Through twists and turns, the journey unfolds, In the stories that the future holds. Around the bend, a new horizon gleams, A canvas of hopes, a realm of dreams. Challenges arise, obstacles in sight, But with courage and faith, we continue our flight. In the quiet of dawn, in the hush of night, Around the bend, where stars alight. The road may be rough, the path may be steep, But with each step forward, promises we keep. So let us embrace the unknown ahead, Around the bend, where fears are shed. In the heart of the journey, in the soul of the quest, Around the bend, we find our best.

In the realm of hip-hop, where legends were made, Old school vibes and new games played. From the streets of the past to the beats of today, Where the roots run deep and the rhymes still sway. Old school pioneers laid the foundation strong, Their words and rhythms forever belong. New games emerge with fresh sounds in the mix, Innovating the genre with futuristic tricks. From vinyl to digital, the evolution is clear, Yet the essence of hip-hop always near. Respecting the roots while pushing ahead, Old school, new games, the culture we spread. In the cipher of life, where stories are told, Old school wisdom and new games bold. A fusion of eras, a blend of styles, In the world of hip-hop, where creativity smiles. n the heart of the city where the music flows, Old school beats and new games compose. The streets are alive with the sound of the past, Blending with the future, a spell they cast. Legends of old school, their voices still ring, In the new games, fresh voices sing. Respect for the pioneers, the ones who paved the way, Their influence felt in the music of today. From boomboxes to streaming, the journey unfolds, Old school roots in new games, the story holds. Embracing the culture, honoring the past, Old school, new games, a legacy that lasts. In the rhythm and rhyme, the spirit remains, Old school authenticity in new games reigns. A tribute to the classics, a nod to the new, In the world of hip-hop, where creativity brews. In the city’s pulse, where old meets new, Old school beats with a modern hue. From block parties to global fame, Old school legends in the new game. The streets remember the pioneers’ flow, Their essence embedded in the new show. Respect for the roots, the foundation strong, Old school vibes in the new song. In the cypher of time, where history blends, Old school wisdom with new trends. The mic passes on, the torch is lit, Old school, new games, the culture’s spirit. From the boom-bap era to trap and drill, Old school echoes in the new skill. The essence of hip-hop, forever alive, In old school roots, new games thrive. So let the beats drop, the lyrics ignite, Old school, new games, in the spotlight. A fusion of eras, a blend of flames, In the world of hip-hop, where music claims. In the city's pulse, where old meets new, Old school beats with a modern hue. From block parties to global fame, Old school legends in the new game. The streets remember the pioneers' flow, Their essence embedded in the new show. Respect for the roots, the foundation strong, Old school vibes in the new song. In the cypher of time, where history blends, Old school wisdom with new trends. The mic passes on, the torch is lit, Old school, new games, the culture's spirit. From the boom-bap era to trap and drill, Old school echoes in the new skill. The essence of hip-hop, forever alive, In old school roots, new games thrive. So let the beats drop, the lyrics ignite, Old school, new games, in the spotlight. A fusion of eras, a blend of flames, In the world of hip-hop, where music claims. In the city’s rhythm, where stories unfold, Old school legends and new games bold. From the streets where it all began, Old school essence in the modern plan. The beats of the past, the beats of today, Old school vibes in the new games play. Respecting the pioneers, their legacy strong, Old school roots in the new songs. In the cypher of time, where history aligns, Old school wisdom with new designs. The mic passes on, the torch burns bright, Old school, new games, in the spotlight. From boom-bap to trap, the evolution clear, Old school echoes in the new frontier. The essence of hip-hop, the soul remains, In old school roots, new games sustain. So let the music speak, the culture ignite, Old school, new games, in the limelight. A blend of tradition, a touch of the new, In the world of hip-hop, where dreams come true. In the city’s heartbeat, where legends reside, Old school echoes in the new game’s stride. From the block parties to the digital age, Old school vibes on the modern stage. The pioneers’ spirit, timeless and true, Guiding the new generation through. Respecting the roots, honoring the past, Old school principles in the new blast. In the rhythm and flow, where stories are told, Old school authenticity, ever bold. New games bring fresh voices and styles, Old school essence that never defiles. In the cypher of life, where paths intertwine, Old school wisdom with the new combine. From vinyl to streaming, the journey unfolds, Old school beats in the new moulds. So let the music play, the legacy extend, Old school, new games, a trend that won’t bend. In the blend of eras, a culture thrives, Old school roots, new games, where passion survives. JPPDZZZZZZZ