Momentous
Renaissance ~ Second Edition
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A momentous day
Occasionally awaits…
Our approach and mind frame
Sets the tone
Of how the day will pan out
Sometimes they spiral
Out of control
Sometimes they lift and touch
As it were
The very stars of Heaven
Our return to earth
Is either with grace
Or by calamity
Damage limitation
Repair
And the will to
Stand up
Brush ourselves down
And straighten up
And affix the horizon
Once more
The trials and tribulations
Are measured by the hour
By the day
By the week
By the month
By the Year
By the decade
By the lifetime
But underpinning all
Is that glorious awareness
That time itself is a creation
And thus there is a somewhere
That, quite literally,
Is outside time
In the meantime
We live each day separately
It is so
It cannot be otherwise
It has been so
Since time began
Since the dawn of time
And regardless of what goes on
I'm fortified and strengthened
In a gentle way
By a post that arrived this evening
And which simply reads,
From my Brother Louis
It’s a good day
To have a good day
THAT IS IT!
MOMENTOUS – THE RESPONSE
Thursday April 2, 2015
I
I had no idea that this poem would have such an impact, and I am moved by all the notes I have been sent. How the opening lines impacted, how every point impacts our lives, whether through personal experience, by what we see reported, what we read of, and what we learn through documentaries.
Yes, I agree. It often comes from a different angle, a different trajectory, a different timeline.
Although I have stepped outside organised religion, the lessons taught me over 62 years sustains my faith, insisting that I go way beyond the perceived dimensions to that 'somewhere' outside time.
I do not write in a planned and organised way, but wait upon those moments of inspiration, through yourselves, through your posts, through the wonderful things we see and experience on a daily basis, often extraordinary, often, ‘mind-blowing’.
II
I do not contrive to invent a piece, but rather wait upon The Spirit in whichever way we see, feel and hear, and to reach deep, deep within ourselves...
A friend has sent to me privately a beautiful poem in his native French tongue, in which we see the brilliance of the flower, here today, buffeted by winds, and tomorrow gone!
Did not a Great Man speak of some such thing?
III
Reach out and beyond yourselves, ourselves.
Go way, way, way beyond the accepted norms of three and, perhaps, four dimensions...and see, feel, hear, and live in the thousand and more dimensions that are all around us - less than a veil away. Once we realise the wonder that time itself is created - it has to be, for if it were not, then it would put any higher being that we might worship within a created vacuum... No...
GOD, however we perceive that Deity to be - and here we are not constrained by boundaries of land and sea, continents, belief systems and denominations - for all quite simply say and point to the same inevitability : Salvation is assured. Eternity is assured. An assurance that is a guarantee.
Soul and Spirit live on in eternity, and in that brief interlude when we step from this side of the veil to its other side, suddenly we are transformed into the very form that all our belief systems assure us.
Suddenly, we truly see light and darkness, the powers and principalities, Deity exactly as we perceive that Deity to be...and in that briefest of moments, we also experience that sudden conviction, that realisation that back behind us from where we have just come on the other side of the veil - where we are now - we definitely had so much wrong, and that in that Somewhere beyond time, even judgment is not in the form and manner that we have been brought up to believe …
IV
This fills me with hope for the future, for all of us, and it will take us “times, time and half again” (as it is written) to even get a hint at the measure of that Somewhere... so as another friend beautifully reminded me - and which prompted MOMENTOUS - Today is a very good day...
Yes. It is my good friend, and you did well to touch the rudder, and thus enable me to write as I did.
For millions, this week is the culmination and very purpose of living.
Regardless of how we perceive things, let us live and let live.
And let us be mindful of those treasured moments in every day when, deep down, our subconscious reports to us that we have just seen beyond the veil. It is a heart-beat moment, a trillisecond,as sudden as when, without warning, our inner ear catches the crescendo of the blood stream passing an obstacle and our heart pulls and there is an excitement so overpowering, that we decide we'd better keep quiet, for fear we'll upset the apple cart.
But hey ho, that's life.
Kenneth Thomas Webb
Liverpool
May 25, 2021
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Composed April 2, 2015
Ken Webb is a writer and proofreader. His website, kennwebb.com, showcases his work as a writer, blogger and podcaster, resting on his successive careers as a police officer, progressing to a junior lawyer in succession and trusts as a Fellow of the Institute of Legal Executives, a retired officer with the Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve, and latterly, for three years, the owner and editor of two lifestyle magazines in Liverpool.
He also just handed over a successful two year chairmanship in Gloucestershire with Cheltenham Regency Probus.
Pandemic aside, he spends his time equally between his city, Liverpool, and the county of his birth, Gloucestershire.
In this fast-paced present age, proof-reading is essential. And this skill also occasionally leads to copy-editing writers’ manuscripts for submission to publishers and also student and post graduate dissertations.
