Just doing what Mama did

I trusted God

Believed in Faith

Honouring what was said.

Mother spoke we minded her word

Just doing what Mama did.

 

When her words were hid

Somewhere deep inside

I turned my face to the Master

Walking Homeward with Him

as My Guide

Just doing what Mama did.

 

Her  life was whole and holy

Gods  face was never  hid.

I grew in Faith , love and Joy

Just  doing what Mamma did.

 

She is gone now.

Three long winters she sleeps.

Her words are precious

They stir the Soul.

Her promises she still keeps.

 

Mother spoke we minded her word

Her  life was whole and holy

Gods face was never  hid.

I grew in Faith , love and Joy

Just  doing what Mamma did.

 

Just doing what Mamma did.

 

 

 

The last post

 

Thinking of the last post

some big ones come to mind:

The last post

in an eight mile stretch

The last post

before the garden gate

The last post

to be lit by the old lamp lighter.

What IF  this were to be my last post.

The last thing I ever wrote.

So what if this is my last post

How could I best serve as a writer

Would the over coming

struggles stories be my last post

Would the loving presence

of the Master be detailed as my everlasting Host.

Or would I be knowing

that this was the last post

When does one prepare for the great last post

Will my heart be open and loving

Will I be thinking of loved ones left behind

Will I be prepared to go

By living well enough

Strong enough

in my curiosity

To always

stay open

loving and kind.

Old never looked so good for April 1 2011

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Image by Alaskan Dude via Flickr

The  inedible crone

was never alone.

She had parties in her head.

She talked to a friend

whose joy never ends.

She found some moments to laugh.

But wait  till you see her

you will want her autograph.

She believes in your beauty.

She believes in your mirth.

This  inedible eligible crone friend of mine.