The Crone and the crow Revision July 2008

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In memories eyes
She wondered why the crow had never taken
Her on the trip she so dearly needed.
The answer now was clear.
“You cannot enjoy the heavenly Throne
If you don’t find heaven here.”
The living in the moment
Is not a great surprise
Just learn to see the Master
In everything before your eyes.”
The following was written in grief from losing Mother.
I wanted to be with her.
Now I know she wants me to be here.
“Flying on my own.”

She watched the crow flying free.

He watched her sitting letting life be.

The crow was busying building a nest

It was, oh, so very tired.

The crow had no time to rest.

The crone was sitting in the parlour

Singing a song to the crow.

She watched its busy movements.

She watched it come and go.

It took the twigs.

It took the string.

It took all it could to survive.

“Oh dear crow

Who flies so high

How you must enjoy your life

You have your hearts desire.

I am weak and old and frail.

I sit here alone by the fire.

How I long to fly beyond the veil.

I have had my loves.

I have had my life.

The memories I have known.

But just for now,

I would like to crawl up on your back

And fly to heaven’s throne.

Dear crow, I would give you a house

To raise your family.

Just do this one little thing for me.

Take me on your shoulders.

Take me to the Master’s feet.

I want my Soul to fly free.”

The crow had no time to hear the song.

The woman cried alone.

When the nest was built

There were the babies to feed.

The crow was exhausted from morning till night.

It never heard  the lonely crone.

It never knew it’s plight.

Towards the end of summer

The crone was working in her yard

She shook her fist towards the empty nest.

“Oh dear crow

Who flies so high

How you must enjoy your life

You have your hearts desire.

I am weak and old and frail.

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I sit here alone by the fire.

How I long to fly beyond the veil.

I have had my loves.

I have had my life.

The memories I have known.

But just for now,

I would like to crawl up on your back

And fly to heaven’s throne.

Dear crow, I would give you a house

To raise your family.

Just do this one little thing for me.

Take me on your shoulders.

Take me to the Master’s feet.

I want my Soul to fly free.”

The crow was no longer there to hear the song.

I came here for the adventure

“I came here for the adventure.”

Said the harlot in the red dress.

“I came here for the adventure.”

Said the pious little nun.

“I came here for the adventure.”

Said the homeless man on the hill.

“I came here for the adventure.”

Said the racecar driver too.

How is your adventure?

How is your Journey turning out?

Are you living in the moment?

Is your life so full of doubt?

Is there dancing in your feet?

Do you know you have something to give?

Or are you bored and all alone

Expecting the world to give you a treat?

Give yourself a break.

Stop worrying needlessly.

Get back up on that horse

When it throws you.

Get curious.

Be a survivor.

Awaken in the morning

Greeting the dawn with a smile.

Make this your mantra

“I came here for the adventure.”

Begin to know that life is worthwhile.

You too can change your style.

Fill your life with song.

Give love, some joy and laughter

Find out your own here-after.

Claim “I came here for the adventure.”

Watch your life turn inside out.

Sing and dance and shout.

Motherhood

Motherhood starts in the raindrop.

Motherhood starts in the earth.

Motherhood starts in the laughter.

Motherhood starts knowing your worth.

Motherhood starts as belonging to the women

of the tribe.

Motherhood is the joy of the sunset.

Motherhood is being glad you’re alive.

Motherhood is in the watching

a garden grow and thrive.

Motherhood is not a season.

Nor a certain time of year.

Motherhood is the gentleness

the compassion of a heart

full of good cheer.

Motherhood is the contented smile

that comes across your face

when the work is all done.

When the children are fed, tucked into bed

And its your turn for a cup of tea

by the fireplace.

Motherhood is the light in the window

for the traveler who journeys far.

Motherhood is the heartache

as your sons and daughters

go to war.

Motherhood is the quiet whisper

Upon the evening breeze.

Knowing that you have done your best

Releasing the rest as their children gather

‘Round your knees.

Motherhood is the knowingness

that comes only in the song

Of joy you offer

While making bread.

The quiet peaceful loving

which goes into every step.

Motherhood is that long lonely vigil.

Knowing full well why the Master wept.

Motherhood is a journey.

Seemingly up hill all the way.

Motherhood is service in the rain drop.

Motherhood is giving every day.

Motherhood is that quiet moment

After you have given the whole house a scrub.

Before the children, the cats and the dog

Decide to bring the whole sandbox in

To create a huge ‘hub-bub’.

Motherhood is the guilty moment

When chocolate is your sin.

Motherhood is so wondrous.

Motherhood is a giving thing.

Motherhood a calling

Given to women by God.

Motherhood just is.

Motherhood was written in the stars.

(No wonder it is

an occasion for cigars.)

Scrubbing the Temple Floor

Scrubbing the Temple floor

Was her life long ambition.

She wanted to serve at the feet of the Master.

She did not have the funds to travel

To the beautiful Temple.

She did not have the youth to walk there on her knees.

There were very few coins to make an offering.

So she, cleaned for her neighbour.

She loved the outcasts and the street folk too.

She made soup in the village.

She gave love in the moment as unto the Master.

She fed the birds.

She screamed at the children who were endangering others.

She was patient with those whom time had neglected.

On her death bed, the tears flowed.

The knowledge had come.

She then knew.

In showing each person their beauty….

She was polishing the diamonds

Who sparkled in the Master’s sky.

She had been cleaning the Temple floor

By giving love.

Every moment.

Each moment.

By living in the moment.

By surrendering her dream

To help others live theirs…

She was polishing the Temple floor.

 

 

It is wonderful to know you

It is wonderful to know you

A joy to have you for my friend.

Not a day goes by

That I don’t wonder why

You have been so loving.

So kind.

So full of life.

You are a good friend.

A wonderful mother.

A great vehicle of love for the Master.

You are the best friend a woman could have.

You truly light up the room when you walk in..

But most of all I love your gentleness.

Your grin.

Oh to be in Love Again

Oh , to be in love again

My heart sings this sweet refrain.

Oh  to take and feel very deeply

To dance and rejoice with no fear of pain.  

I want to give the caresses

I want to gamble it all.

I want to feel again.

But for now, I am locked inside my body

I cannot express.

I cannot touch.

Oh, I want to be in love again.

Yes, I want that very much.

Thanks for the gift for my eyes

Thanks for the gift for my eyes

Thanks for the gift to my heart.

Thanks for giving me energy

Thanks for the desire to serve.

The gift for my eyes was a beautiful Soul

filled with love and kindness itself.

The gift for my heart was the protection of friends

when someone tried to put my worth on a shelf.

Thanks for giving me energy to share your love from above

To take the “produce and gifts of the earth”

To make a soup with love.

Thanks for desire to serve your dear family

Even the ones who not see

How your love is a miracle of  possible changes

How work is a prayer

How blessed a life you have given me.

Thanks for the gift for my eyes

Thanks for the gift to my heart.

Thanks for giving me energy

Thanks for the desire to serve.

The breeze is full of your Love

The breeze is full of your Love.

I am hurrying and scurryng

Not allowing my self time to feel.

The preparing of the garden,

The raking of the lawn

Picking out the new blooms this year….

Makes your passing less real.

It tears at me that you are gone.

I focus my attention

On the task in front of me

I ask for love to cool my brow

I miss you so much in the garden.

I miss you so much now.

I miss you desperately.

I dry my tears

Get back to work

I hear the distant train.

“I love you my dear daughter

Here is a kiss upon the breeze.

Know that the garden is lovely

Give the other children a squeeze.

Tell them that I am healing here

I am sitting in the sun

I am basking in the Sunlight of the Spirit

I have my tea and sing my song.

I am so blessed

To have stood the test

It really is such fun

To actualize Soul’s desire

Reflected in God’s Holy Fire.”

I shake my head

For I heard the words

Spoken clearly in my heart.

I place the rake, hoe and the gloves

Give my back a stretch…..

In that moment

I receive

Your Love upon the breeze.

Thanks Mom

You always knew what I needed.

Thanks for the breeze.

Thanks for teaching me

God’s love was always

Waiting in the garden.

As I child,

It drove me wild

When you would send me out to weed.

I never knew at the time

That I was also taking out the weeds

Out of the garden of my heart.

I stand now my arms outstretched

Surrendered to the song of the Wind….

“Your Mother is always with you when you

Remember the lessons she taught.”

I walk in peace

Now less distraught

Thankful for the hug in the Wind.

Do you really know?

Do you really know

Behind whose eyes God is really hiding?

Do you have the right to judge?

Take a close look

You will see

He is hiding behind

Everyone’s eyes.

We all deserve respect and love.

We all are particles from above.

So when you take my last crust of bread

When finish my sentences because I cannot speak

When you assume because I am old….that I am weak.

Ask yourself this question

Behind whose eyes is God hiding?

A very good man once has said

“Give us this day

Our daily bread”

I will add to these wise words….

Share your kindness too.

Because what you give

Is how you live

It all comes back to you.

 

I did not “right” today

There are times when I do not write.

There are times when I fight for the right.

There are times when I just sit and pray.

There are times when I am too tired to fight.

So, forgive me, if you pass my way

When you observe that I am not full of might.

I often now, just let it be.

I often now, do not make thiings “right”

I am often now

Just walking away.

Do not take this as a sign of weakness.

Do not fill me with your scorn.

Just know that finally, I am so glad to be born.

I am glad I know of freedom.

I am glad I know of grace.

So, please, if you must

Be told very clear….

Do not bring your garbage near.

I did not “right” today.

However, if I am forced to

I will send all your venom back to you.

So be careful on whom you spew.

I still can right today.

I just prefer not too.

Blessings to you.

I guess that’s it.

Now you have a choice.

Be kinder, be more pleasant

Be a good neighbour too.

Or all the unkind things you do

Will come rushing back at you.

Take my word

I know it is true.

There is a lot to love about you.

I love your spirit.

I love your voice.

So drop your hatred.

It is your choice.

Please, do not force me out of my shell.

Do not include me in your living hell.

I stand for my beliefs.

I stand for the rights of the wounded and small.

I will not stand for your cruel gossip today.

So in closing

Hear me say…

I did not stand for the “right” today.

But believe me…if you force me to

I will.