The Empty Room You may be gone
But not forgotten You may be somewhere else But I know you’re still around Your room is gone quiet Yet I still hear you Your chair may be empty all day long But I still feel you and know you’re not gone Some try and console me They tell me they’re sorry Yet I can’t hear them through the tears I cry So sad and so lonely And so full of worry Even though I know it’s true I know you did not die There is no death, there are no dead We do not die after this life we’ve lead There is a more peaceful place A heaven above There is no death, or there is no love Every day, every moment I think of you And the memories we had And I have my times when I don’t know what to do Because my heart hurts so bad The littlest sound or a gentle breeze A special song, a baby’s sneeze No matter how long my life will be You live, and live well In my heart you see I don’t have all the answers I don’t know how or why And even through all the pain and tears I know you did not die There is no death, there are no dead We do not die after this life we’ve lead There is a more peaceful place, a heaven above There is no death, or there is no love ©2012 Joseph P. Shiel, lll |
Edge of Wilderness encourages all of us to rise up against any idea that suggest we are not one in this world, created for the discovery of that truth. The book exposes the light of intricacies and the connected fractal nature of life, allowing us to see that our shared existence is necessarily interdependent so that we rage against the darkness. This work is a prompt to explore the verities of the beaches we walk, leaving no shell or stone unturned and to not only avoid getting lost or caught in the wilderness of pain and struggle but rather to reach for all the connections, relations and gifts of this experience; to live awake to the texture, color, music and rhythm of this our communion earth.
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Birds Afloat
Upon the fresh spring wind
The voices announce the morning
The chill breaks the skin
And daylight brings violet luster
Framing the gentlemen of the lawn
Green blankets, of fine mist
Rest upon earth
Quiet pierces the space and time
Of the ceiling’s height.
Blue room accented by the clicks
And sweeping clacks
Of a clock spinning under glass
Atop the modest mantel
It is this time now, and now again
The moment when love is possible
The breath of now
The peace of morning
The anticipation and surrender
Of life’s air, of a heart’s truth
Of me, to quiet possibilities, peace
Surely emerging from the dark space
This sleep
© Joseph P. Shiel, lll
The voices announce the morning
The chill breaks the skin
And daylight brings violet luster
Framing the gentlemen of the lawn
Green blankets, of fine mist
Rest upon earth
Quiet pierces the space and time
Of the ceiling’s height.
Blue room accented by the clicks
And sweeping clacks
Of a clock spinning under glass
Atop the modest mantel
It is this time now, and now again
The moment when love is possible
The breath of now
The peace of morning
The anticipation and surrender
Of life’s air, of a heart’s truth
Of me, to quiet possibilities, peace
Surely emerging from the dark space
This sleep
© Joseph P. Shiel, lll
A Light Rain
A light rain sprawls itself over
The green blanket of the holler
Dragging down the morning fog
To rest upon the tobacco beds
Again I find myself
Winding down the blue grass mountains
Stumbling into prayer
Watching the mortar of my walls
Crack and shatter
The whisper says
“Let go, let the Lord work”
A light rain sprawls itself over
The flesh of my face
Dragging down the blanket of fears
To rest upon the bed of my heart
They gently rustle in the breeze of my soul
Shaped by God’s hands
The edges smooth to a soft roll
Like the hills so abundantly
Given me in the blessings
Of Kentucky
© Joseph P. Shiel, lll
The green blanket of the holler
Dragging down the morning fog
To rest upon the tobacco beds
Again I find myself
Winding down the blue grass mountains
Stumbling into prayer
Watching the mortar of my walls
Crack and shatter
The whisper says
“Let go, let the Lord work”
A light rain sprawls itself over
The flesh of my face
Dragging down the blanket of fears
To rest upon the bed of my heart
They gently rustle in the breeze of my soul
Shaped by God’s hands
The edges smooth to a soft roll
Like the hills so abundantly
Given me in the blessings
Of Kentucky
© Joseph P. Shiel, lll
Joseph's Prayer for Mediumship
Dear God,
Holy Spirit come down upon us and through us and in us in every way
We thank you for allowing us to come together today.
Surround us with the white Light of your love
And pierce our hearts and Souls with your love
We ask that loved-ones in spirit be with us
Especially those around and about the people here.
I ask that spirit use me in any way they wish
As long as they do it with love, light and respect.
Please show yourselves to me
Allow me to understand who you are, what you were like in life
What you did in life and what happened to you
Any information you can give us for the upliftment, understanding, guidance
And peace for those here would be appreciated
I ask this in the name of all that is holy,
All the angels, saints, guides, teachers, Prophets and loved-ones
Who have gone before us to pave the way
And I ask this day for nothing but your highest and best, your peace, patience and tolerance
Your love, your light but especially your truth.
Amen
© 1991 Joseph P.Shiel, lll
Holy Spirit come down upon us and through us and in us in every way
We thank you for allowing us to come together today.
Surround us with the white Light of your love
And pierce our hearts and Souls with your love
We ask that loved-ones in spirit be with us
Especially those around and about the people here.
I ask that spirit use me in any way they wish
As long as they do it with love, light and respect.
Please show yourselves to me
Allow me to understand who you are, what you were like in life
What you did in life and what happened to you
Any information you can give us for the upliftment, understanding, guidance
And peace for those here would be appreciated
I ask this in the name of all that is holy,
All the angels, saints, guides, teachers, Prophets and loved-ones
Who have gone before us to pave the way
And I ask this day for nothing but your highest and best, your peace, patience and tolerance
Your love, your light but especially your truth.
Amen
© 1991 Joseph P.Shiel, lll
