Faith’s armour: A poem 

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Two stones grating against each other 

laughing out a miracle spark 

The stars are shining, O Father! 

Dancing out the dark 

And I will also dance to the divine 

The soul’s thread is very fine 

Winter’s cold fingers on my spine 

can’t take me away from Thine 

The magician’s hat is full of tricks 

A scarf turns to a pile of bricks 

He has a one-eyed candle 

with a trillion illuminated wicks 

And my soul knows Thy glamour 

No unseemly mob in the clamour 

All suffering I have treated with humour 

When faith in Thy wonder is my armour  

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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