Monthly Archives: June 2008
Thanks for the hours-(dedicated to Connie S).
Thanks for the hours
Of Caring and sharing
Thanks for the Love and the Joy.
Thanks for the Gratitude
Your kindness and laughter.
Thanks for the moments
We spent on the phone
Thanks for the times
When you went out of your way.
Thanks for the times you stopped to pray.
Thanks for the hours
You gave with your heart
Thanks for transmitting
Heavenly love right from the start.
Thanks for you honesty
Your sense of humour too.
Thanks dear Friend
For being just you.
You fill my life
You fill my world.
I am such a lucky ‘girl’.
The laughter we share
Is ours by choice
Thanks for listening
To my heart’s Voice.
Oh great day in the Morning
Oh great day in the morning
The baby is awake without any warning
The wood’s not chopped
The baking’s not done.
Hoping to be ready on time
Is really not fun.
The pigs are not slopped
The cows are not fed
Oh, darn it all
I want it all to stop
I want to go back to bed.
I chose to be a farmer’s wife.
I chose to be a Mother too.
But in this moment
I want to run away
To the circus or the zoo.
My energy’s low.
There are clothes to mend.
The scrubbing, the wash
I want to throw up my hands
Screaming “Oh golly, gosh”
But, I take a breath
I sit down and relax.
I know that this anxiety will pass.
I still my thoughts
My heart still beats faster.
I look inward to my loving Master.
The peace and contentment
Come back into play.
I have great serenity for
This moment, this day.
I am grateful for a family to love.
I am grateful for the love from above.
So I will bow my head and quit my bitchin’
Continue to serve from this ole farm kitchen.
I have love.
I have purpose.
I have joy from within.
I have light.
I have laughter.
I have cause to rejoice.
So please dear Master
Kindly govern my Voice.
May I always be gentle.
May I always be kind.
May I live in the moment.
May I leave the past far behind.
May I work with joy
And for goodness sake
May I be kind to that farmer husband of mine.
We both know he is one of a kind.
“He is my ‘healer’, my helpmate, my lover, my friend
May we walk together till our Journey’s end.”
May I change my attitude.
May it be a prayer.
Oh great day in the morning,
May I always care.
May I show your Beauty
In all that I do.
May the Sunlight of the Spirit
Keep shining through.
May I be more gentle
May I be more kind.
May I be more loving
I am sure the cow will not mind.
Oh, great day in the morning.
Beloved Traveler- dedicated to Lisa Salamon on the celebration of life of her Father.
It feels, for me,
like the
lifetime
I always wanted for you;
knowing you are
safe from the storm.
I have watched you
battling everything
for everyone.
You needed, in my opinion,
a safe harbour to rest
and renew yourself.
You are a humble man
who Blesses All.
Always and all ways.
Perhaps you may be
Blessed in the
Arms of Spirit
as you Sleep.
I conjure up visions of
Beautiful Women
to bathe you,
soothe you,
and towel you
with soft ferns
from the forest floor.
They have prepared an arbour
of juniper, cedar and spruce.
It leads you to a quiet
“Cabin” of mosses, lichen and sage
which smell of
sweet grass and fresh ocean breezes.
There are
pine boughs, feathers of myriad birds
and a feast of your favorite foods,
books and song birds serenading you.
For warmth, there are furs
and a “rug” of the hide
of a summer lamb for your head.
There is a fire glowing with oranges and purples.
The sounds of Its crackling engulf you.
Its flames dance forward to you…
until they dance behind your eyes.
You are sleeping, dreaming into a deeper view
of the Ocean full of Love and Mercy.
Content, you meet with your Master
and grasp His eyes with yours. You ask your
Questions, which, when barely formed,
are answered in His smile and His gentle Voice.
“All will be Well”
resonates until it becomes a “Knowingness” that
the DIVINE UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
is yours to embrace.
The sorrows and pains of the Day are stilled.
In this Moment, there is a gentle breeze
stirring you.
A happy, joyous, warmth floods over your entire being.
You are One
with the Breeze,
the Fire,
the Ocean
and the Joy of the Blessing.
Loved ones surround you with their essences.
A protective Shielf of Light
envelopes you as you
reach deeper into your
Peaceful Place.
There is in this Moment,
the Love of the Master,
your Beloved,
and Loved Ones
of all your Lifetimes.
Soul knows it is Home.
You hear the Sound,
ride it further
into the Light and
become One
with the Light and Sound.
It is a glorious
Waterfall of colors
and you bask in its Bliss.
It is many hours until daybreak.
I am sitting Vigil
To greet you as you
return with the Dawn.
You smile a greeting.
It was a good Trip Home.
-MaryHelen Ferris
-aka Northern Madonna
Now I am in a new home
Now I am in a new home.
Now I am in a new place.
Now I am in this moment.
Now I am in your Grace.
My temple is a wee room.
My heart is overjoyed.
The home is full of laughter.
My body is this temple.
My new home is its heart.
With the passing of my parents
Sincerity got a kick start.
Father – dedicated to all the women who lost their Fathers…or daughters for whom their Fathers were not present………
You have gone to see the angels.
You have gone to see your Lord.
You have gone to be with Friends.
While you were here you helped many folks.
While you were here you shared many jokes.
Now you are healing.
Now you can mend.
Now perhaps, you can be your own Best Friend.
You built and you worked.
You laughed and you cried.
You yodelled and sang.
You were full of pride.
I never saw you rest.
I never saw you just relax and be.
Now, perhaps you can.
Enjoy that wonderful morning
That worried you all your life.
“If heaven’s not my home…
Then Lord what will I do?”
You taught me to live in the moment.
You taught me that heaven is here now.
I know that you know now that friends and family
Are our greatest asset.
Give Bonnie a kiss and Mother a hug.
Tell your sweet Mother hello.
Enjoy the Sunlight of the Spirit.
Let it heal you and renew.
May I learn the lessons you taught me.
May I always be gentle and kind.
May I love you unconditionally.
May I leave the past far behind.
I thank you for being my Father,
My teacher and my friend.
Thanks for my wonderful siblings.
Thanks for your wonderful life
Thanks for your anger and resentments
They taught me to think things through.
Thanks for teaching me about the Master.
I know He’s there with you.
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First flipping Father’s Day without Father
It was bad enough having Mother’s Day without Mother.
Now, just in case I did not notice he had passed
Father died Father’s week.
I am overwhelmed.
I am moving house and have purple hair.
Perhaps I am too old to care.
Perhaps I am young enough to be supportive
To those who still have their parents.
Enjoy your parents.
You picked them.
I am now an Orphan
Imagine my chagrin
Imagine what state I am in.
On April 10th I had two parents.
Now I have to say I am an orphan,
My only consulation is
that my brothers and sisters are too.
I am not your toxic waste dump
I am not your
toxic waste dump for your pain.
You have taken from me
the last hug, and used me for your football for the last time.
My gentle attitude is no more.
For me you do not exist.
Take your pain and shove it.
I did not mean to hold you back
I did not mean to hold you back.
I miss you and you went home…
You went without me.
I recall when as a young child you would leave me.
I cried for hours.
I wanted to hear your voice.
I wanted to smell your hair
As you kissed me good-night.
I wanted to know you were home safe.
Well my dearly departed Mother…
You are home now safe in the Master’s arms.
Oh, I want to feel the freedom
Which that safety brings.
May I join you for a moment?
Mommy, I can see you.
You look so happy and peaceful there.
Please do not be angry that I am crying.
They are tears of joy.
You are finally free to sing your sacred song.
Put your arms around me Mother
I want to sing along.
Hey, Mom! I have an idea.
What if next lifetime I tell you more often that I love you.
What if next lifetime I am your Mother and take good care of you.
I would teach you how to blow bubbles.
I would send you to the store all by yourself.
I would tuck you in at night.
I would let my hair fall on your forehead.
I would trust you.
I would teach you.
I would lead you to the feet of the Master.
That is the least I could do.
You did it for me, dear Mother.
Next time let me do it for you.
Hang up now Mother.
I know we have talked a while.
I just wanted to see you happy.
I just had to see you smile.
I will be moving soon.
You do not have to come every night anymore.
I did not mean to hold you back.
It is time for me to let you go.
It is time for you to complete your healing and move on.
I love you Mother.
See you soon.
Catch you on the flip-flop.
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