I will be with you when you say your ‘byes’

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My dear friend,
The wake was tonight.
The funeral tomorrow.
I want to protect you from all that is so raw, so new.
However, if I truly love you
I will be with you when you say your ‘byes’.


“Put me in your pocket…so I’ll be close to you
No more will you be lonely, no more will you be blue.”
I do not have a magic marker to take away the pain.
I do not have the answers why you can see only rain.


I do not know the season
the date
the time of year
But believe me, it will happen
“You will be able to see your way clear.”


Do not stop the feelings, do not stop the pain
Do not stop the crying (there is so much more to gain)
When you kneel before your loved one
Know that they are going to the “Altar of the King”
That your sorrow maybe the footprints
That they can follow Home.


They have loved you from forever.
Forever yours they’ll be.
I will be with you in the morning
When you say your ‘byes’.
I will be with you in the evening
When all you can ask is “Why?


Iwill  be with in the noontime

when your sorrow shows at work.
I will hold your hand.
I understand.
My love can be a perk.


I have recently lost my elders.
I know the pain has taken its toll.
But the love of the Comforter
The Great Spirit
Helps to keep me whole.

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I will be with you in the morning
When you say your ‘byes’.
Look over your shoulder
Your Higher Power is walking with you.
The love of the Master
Will see you through.

Meet me in the Sunset

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Meet me in the sunset
Dance with me in the rain.
Hold me in your heart dear
Till I am in your arms again.
We have waited many life times
We have travelled many miles
We have waited for each other.
I guess we can wait a little while.
So until I meet you in the sunrise
Until we kiss as lovers do
I will send love to you my darling
Knowing love will see you through.
Meet me in the sunset
Dance with me in the rain.
Hold me in your heart dear
Till I am in your arms again.
Your eyes hold so much laughter.
Your heart is so full of pain.
Do you not know I am waiting
To be with you again?
I know not the time or season.
I only know you will receive.
I know only this my darling…
You only have to believe.
There is always someone caring.
There is always someone who knows.
There is me my little darling.
Who cares wherever you go.
Meet me in the sunset
Dance with me in the rain.
Hold me in your heart dear
Till I am in your arms again.
So, tonight, in your dreams, my loved one:
Be sheltered in the love
Of all of those who love you
Both here and up above.
Meet me in the sunset
Dance with me in the rain.
Hold me in your heart dear
Till I am in your arms again.
I will wait for you forever.
Our love was meant to be.
I love you so much darling
That I will always let you be.
Your freedom is my gift to you.
Your laughter yours to me.
So in the twilight of your life
You can come home to see
That I loved you since forever.
Forever, yours I’ll be.
Meet me in the sunset
Dance with me in the rain.
Hold me in your heart dear
Till I am in your arms again.

Moonlight dancers

Moonlight dancers  Jim Warren

Mother and Father are Home

    As a little child I dreamed of the Day
    They would be together again after the Divorce.
    One Christmas, while visiting Father
    He asked me to call Mother.
    That was as close as I came to hearing them laugh together.
    Until now.

Now, they are home with the Master.
They are with the Creator of All.
They dance acrossed the moonlight
They sing among the stars.
I am so happy they are Home now.
Free of all the scares, the scars, and now in their Sacred
Place…..I am very happy for them.
But, sometimes, I just want to touch their face.
So, I do.
I will serve with more determination.
I will tell the story of your love.
I will do this all in His name.
Till I see you in the dream garden.
Until I smell that sweet perfume
Of a Mother and a Father
Now in full Bloom.

I go among the stars.
I dance across the moonbeams.
I capture joy in the rain.
You know damn well I miss them.
I will walk through this pain.
I will live in the moment
Of their expanded dream.
I am rejoicing for their freedoms.
I am sad they had to go…
Before, I tell them one more time
I loved you so.
I do not miss your sorrows
All the pains that you went through.
You are my precious teachers.
I am wiser, stronger, and more loving
Because of you.

Could we meet tonight in the garden of Dreams
With the Master?
Can I please you just this one time?
Can I acknowledge that I picked you for my parents?
Can I say something open and freely
Can I tell you face-to-face?
That I love you my darling parents.
I am so glad you knew of the Master’s loving Grace.
Tonight, when we meet in the Dream garden
You will finally know.
That I love you.
I love you enough to let you go.
I will serve with more determination.
I will tell the story of your love.
I will do this all in His name.
Till I see you in the dream garden.
Until I smell that sweet perfume
Of a Mother and a Father
Now in full Bloom.

Go on with your Journey.
Go on with your rejoicing.
Be glad that you are Home.
I will see you in the moonlight.
I will see you in the stars.
I will hear your laughter in the voices of children
as they play.
I will live my life to honor you.
As I never have before.
I will bring you beauty in my thoughts
When I come to that far distant shore.
I will in that moment
When we have our next embrace
Be a reflection of your beauty
And that abiding Grace.
You were not perfect parents for the masses.
You were perfect parents for me.

I will serve with more determination.
I will tell the story of your love.
I will do this all in His name.
Till I see you in the dream garden.
Until I smell that sweet perfume
Of a Mother and a Father
Now in full Bloom.
You are orchids in His garden.
You were gardenias in mine.
I wonder in the raising of my parents
Did I show them a good Time?
Did I reflect their Beauty?
Did I show them the wisdom they imparted?
If not, then perhaps next lifetime
I will.

I will serve with more determination.
I will tell the story of your love.
I will do this all in His name.
Till I see you in the dream garden.
Until I smell that sweet perfume
Of a Mother and a Father
Now in full Bloom.

Song of the Virgin Maid.

I must go down to the sea, the Ocean
To the river
To the lake or a pond
I want to immerse myself in its cleansing.
I want to float in it all day long.

I want to be sustained
I want to be in love again.
I want to be re-connected to life.
I want the moments of holding you close.
I want to be your wife.

I want to re-connect with myself.
To take me out on a date.
I want to give me the best I can.
I want to be my own wife.

Gosh, I can hardly wait.

I must go down to the sea
To the river
To the lake or a pond
I want to immerse myself in its cleansing.
I want to float in it all day long.

I want to keep my heart open.
I want my heart to sing.
I want to jump in that wonderful
Ocean filled with Love and Mercy.
I want to hear my own name.

I want to see the Master.
I want to hear His Voice.
I want to be in His Service.
I want my life to Rejoice.

I must go down to the sea
To the river
To the lake or a pond
I want to immerse myself in its cleansing.
I want to float in it all day long.

I want to hear my own name.

I want the knowledges of the ages
That flowed on bended knee
I want the Master, the Creator
I want His Love to flow through me.

I want to keep my heart open.
I want my heart to sing.
I want to jump in that wonderful
Ocean filled with Love and Mercy.
I want to hear my own name.

I must go down to the sea
To the river
To the lake or a pond
I want to immerse myself in its cleansing.
I want to float in it all day long.

How can I put Heart in it?

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How can I put “heart” in it
When my heart is broken
From saying too many good-byes.


Some folks were wrenched from me.
Some were adopted out.
Some moved away.
Some forced themselves out of my realm
By their actions, abuses and scorn.


When I get past the anger
Will I just then quietly mourn?
Or will I take the high road
Basking in the bliss
Of knowing those who have translated
Are now safe at Home?


Can I be forgiving
Of those so full of scorn
Knowing that they “know not what they do”
Their friendship I no longer will mourn


Why am I so willing
To turn the other cheek
When I want to rip their guts out
For the harmful words they speak.


When do I know the “Is-ness”?
Am I living in the “now”?
How do I put my heart in it
When my heart is full of pain?


How long do I have to wear
Clothes when I want to dance in the rain?
I think I will jump the time-track
Collect my laughter, joy and peace
Release all this emotion
Of sorrow and pain
To give me the energy to make baby quilts again.


Soul is not is this sorrow
It is just the emotional self
So I perceive, dear Master,
I can choose to put this
Mind stuff on the shelf.


My Elders are with you now.
It is natural to feel alone.
I only need to focus
Keep my eyes on
The Purpose
The Goal
Sit and do nothing.
Bask on the Heavenly Throne
Let Spirit have the control.


I need to be in the moment
I need the Is-ness of now.
I want to be without an agenda
But I really don’t know how.
To live in the love and the mercy
To bask in knowingness NOW.


Grief is part of living.
Letting go is all I must do.
Acknowledge that life
Is just a series of lessons
That all things are a gift.


I can reach out to another
Who is still stuck in the fog.
I can be a ‘server to those whose serve’
Knowing that I, also, am one.
I can and will reconnect with life
I can live in the Heart of the Master
When my heart is too full of pain.
I can release the morass and the dross
I can be whole again.

Service is the key.
Giving love in all my actions.
Dedication in all I do.
Being mindful of another
Will help me see it through.


Thanks for this talk dear Master.
I am blessed to hear your Voice.
I can laugh through the tears
I can run through the years,
As long as I am listening to your Voice.


Let me always be listening
To the Sound of the Rain
Of Spirit as It washes over me
Making me whole again.


May I always be in the Spirit of the Fire.
May the Flames purify me.
May I serve with Desire.
May I give this day my Intention
To be all that I can be
Then I can put my Heart in It.
Then Soul can be truly free.

Singing a Sacred Song

Singing a sacred song

Upon awakening

The whole world sings along.

The sunlight of the sunrise

Dances with its Voice

While the Sunlight of the Spirit

Gives the world cause to Rejoice.

The music of the song birds

Mingles with the tune

Of the busy morning traffic

The children will be here soon.

The laughter of the morning

Fills my heart with Hope

As I jump into the shower

Banish cares with soap.

Under the running water

I renew my Spirit Song

Asking the Master to be with me

As I go about my day

Not hesitating in the moment

Not forgetting to pray.

“May I see your wondrous Beauty.

May I fill my heart with song

May I speak a little softer

May I invite you to come along.

May I share your loving kindness

May I give an extra hug.

May I love without discernment

May I give with a rejoicing

Of the moments that we share.

May I always be compassionate

Patient, true and always kind.

May I be there for the stranger

Who still believes that Love is blind.

May I walk a little softer.

May my helping hand be quick.

May I give your love this moment.

May I be there for the sick.

May I this day and evening

Be an example of your Love.

May I make this day a reason

For one to think above

The  petty crimes of humanity

May we all focus on your Love.

May I bow my head in dedication

As I renew my Spirit Song

Asking the Master to be with me

As I go about my day

Not hesitating in the moment

Not forgetting to pray.

“May I see your wondrous Beauty.

May I fill my heart with song

May I speak a little softer

May I invite you to come along.

May I share your loving kindness

May I give an extra hug.

May I love without discernment

May I give with a rejoicing

May I be mindful of your caring

May I be there for the homeless

May I be there for the blind

May I be a listening station

For the one who has lost it all.

May I be listening for your Instructions

As I go about the Day.

May I sing the sacred song

As I walk this narrow way.

May I be there in the morning

For the heart that is full of fright

May I be there in evening

To help someone through the night.

May I awaken in the Moment

May I always hear your Voice

May I be kind and purposeful

May I always and all ways Rejoice.

 

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.

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.

Why pick the jerk?


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Why does the talented vibrant woman
pick the jerk?

Could it be he is compassionate when there is no audience?

Could it be he is Mr Right?

Could it be he is “Mr-Right-Now?

There are many reasons to pick the jerk

I used them all.

I allowed myself to be used by them.

I value myself today.

I was a jerk to myself to not adhere to the warnings.
I was so busy enjoying the warmings.

Now,it is a narrower path…more serene…sometimes filled with memories of the jerk.

Perhaps, I picked them for the adventure.

Perhaps, I will open my eyes instead of my thighs next time.

Or perhaps I have learned the lessons.
Now, I can stand alone with the Creator.
Now, I can stand up for myself.
Now, I can be alone with the Alone.

I will continue my affair with all of life…
All my life.

I will take the risk.
I will believe in romance.
I will pick the jerk.
Given half the chance…
Oh, being a crone is a marvelous time.
There are lessons to learn.
All of them mine.

Chicken George’s – The Pit

The Pit

Although the seasons

Come and go,

I pray that my sobriety

Will constantly grow.

For years on end

I’ve tried to quit,

To pull myself out

 Of that deep, dark pit.

It was years ago

 When I fell into the trap,

It’s filled with alcohol,

 Drugs and crap.

The walls are soaked

 With suffering and pain,

The guilt and remorse

Eat away at my brain.

I pulled myself out

 A couple of times,

But I fell back into

The stinking slime.

Each time I fell

Things got worse,

Will ever get rid

Of this terrible curse?

About a month ago,

Much to my surprise,

A rope (was) dangling

In front of my eyes.

I grabbed and pulled

So desperately,

I’d thought there was

No hope left for me.

As each day went by,

I pulled closer to the top,

The light is so bright;

 I feel my eyes will pop.

Finally, I’ve pulled myself out of that pit,

I’m a thankful sober person wherever I sit.

I pray to God, to help me with this affliction,

So I’ll never go back to that pit of addiction.

I pray and give thanks to all who helped me,

Because of your kindness, now I can see.

 

The rope that was thrown so lovingly to me,

Had a note at the end, I can clearly see.

It says, “Keep things simple,” “One day at a time.”

Because if you don’t, you’ll be back in that slime.

 

I wondered who would care about a drunk like me,

And down in the corner it read, “God is with thee.”

Thanks for my new life.

-guest poet

George M./Chicken George.

excerpt from Volume 1 Issue 4 April 2008 Vox Populus

The Community Village Newsletter

Grande Prairie, Alberta Canada.

inserted in this blog with permission of the author.