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Mary

Monday, August 1st, 2016

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Mary was born, a blessing from above, when the Great Depression had just begun.

With food and money running low, being a child wasn’t always fun.

 

A pretty young girl, determined and bright…gracious and demure, a caring friend.

She followed a winding path toward, somewhere she’d be content in the end.

 

Forever loyal to her faith, Mary prayed to every saint.

And who should come and turn her head? None other than Henry, who made her heart faint!

 

Mary was truly ahead of her time—mother, wife, and working too.

Commitment to family and support from Harry, it was these that carried her through.

 

Reading mysteries in the kitchen, crunchy cookies and coffee beside her.

Rochester cold and deer so bold, fewer now were things that tried her.

 

Daughters and mothers, tough combination, love is often lost in translation.

But a family built on belief in God, endures through trials to celebration.

 

Flowers and snow, and Harry beside her, Mary needed little more,

Compassionate, giving, happy, and peaceful…things she possessed, not bought in a store.

 

Mary has gone to a Heavenly space, her beauty now shines in that glorious place.

Free from pain and worry and harm, she’s dancing for joy to songs of Grace.

 

Never prideful, ever meek, kindness glowed in her so bright.

A nature like Mary’s so precious and rare—all we wish now is to reflect your light!

My Sacred Space

Saturday, April 16th, 2016

I lie on my soft bed and feel my dog’s warm, furry weight plop down next to me with heavy contentment. I close my eyes and go to my Sacred Space.

I know I am safe and loved here, in this beautiful place. I am not alone because God is here, filling the space with light and love and peace. Here I see things of life that bring me th006e most joy, things simple and free to eyes that see them. Here there is dazzling sunlight in a perfect sky, next to the warm, golden glow within a pretty, curtained bedroom. Bright flowers of every color dot the sky and green land, the breathless frailty of their perfect petals looking like little pieces of Heaven against the blue.

 

 

I see white Mission walls and bright mustard fields looking like blurry brushstrokes of yellow on green. Bees hum in the hanging tendrils of a Pepperwood tree, as shadows of clouds move across the bare distant hills leading to the sea. I run easily past a field of shimmering diamonds across the ocean as a salty breeze touches my skin.

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There are things to be done and I know I will do them…later. There are favorite burritos to be eaten, and movies to watch, and words to be written, and people to talk to.

 

There is love to be given and 0thers to help if I can. There is me all alone and waiting for the gentle push of God, where to go next. It is so lovely here I don’t want to open my eyes, but I must. The real world awaits, but… more and more overlaps and intertwines with my Sacred Space every day, until my life here ends and another begins.

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Golden

Saturday, February 21st, 2015

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Love was golden barrel cactuses, candles, a brilliant red-and-orange Paradise,
Bike rides, blue skies, blue eyes,
Days of meant-to-be, forevermore, here is where I’m supposed to be.

 

Outside was wind through trees, hawks swooping close, a coyote’s cry,
Car rides, rib-eyes, no lies,
Passion splashing everywhere, pleasures never felt before.

 

Inhaling deeply the richness of orange blossoms, egg scrambles, the smell of his skin,
Wheat-colored hair, cat on the chair,
Hope for always, a picture was painted foretelling eternity.

 

Joyously casting troubles aside, talking close for hours on end, laughing, understanding,
Sharing secrets, no regrets,
Completely safe in strong arms, tall stature, warm bed.

 

Things too beautiful are frail, I come to see, and sadly cannot carry on,
Knife flashes, pain slashes,
I am cut and bleeding, but my trust remains.

 

The moon shines while again I hear the song – our song, the stars sending me messages…
Can’t believe, unable to conceive,
I cling to the precious moments, and curse myself for them still.

 

Too much loss for all at one time, I took the road of up and down,
Many years, more and more tears,
Unholy monsters drag away what is good and true.

 

The heart dies inside a whole spirit and body, and must be shed to sustain,
Nothing left, sad and bereft,
Asking Angels to hold my hand down the rougher path of the living.