The Homeless Outcast

 

 He slept where he stopped.

He never owned a car.

He carried no identification

He did not have hospital coverage.

He had no political affiliation.

He was clothed unlike others.
He ran with a pack.

He did not shave.
Never operated a computer.

Never carried a cell phone

His hair was long.

He did not have a place to live.

He was not employed.
He was clothed unlike others.
He moved around alot.
He was  ‘not to be trusted’.
He was not  ‘one of us.’
A loner.

Many said he had delusions of grandeur.

He really never fitted it.
He was disruptive.
He gathered crowds.
He spoke loud.
He lost his temper.

“Why would  we allow  this man on our streets?

Can’t the “city father’s ” do something about this?

This should not be allowed on our streets you say?

This is not to be tolerated by hard-working tax -payers.

Homelessness you say…too big a burden.

It is not my concern.

He was probably always a  no one.”

 

Would you take the time  to know him?.

Would you like to know what he is up to?

Would you like to know what he has to say?

He is someone’s son.
He is someone’s friend.
He is someone’s brother.
He matters to them.

 

Would you like to know his name?

His name is Jesus.

 

Would we crucify him the way we just did
This  homeless man ?

You never know behind whose eyes
The Master is hiding.

The howling wind tears at Soul

The howling wind is roaring.

It tears at Soul.

I cannot sleep.

My friends, the hungry and the homeless

Are dying on the street.

The snow whips away the newspaper

Wrapped over the sleeping forms.

They are huddled together.

They are starving.

They have to get warm.

In the morning,

you get up and raise the thermostat.

In their morning,

they are wondering and wandering

not knowing where they are at.

The howling wind tears at Soul…

Oh my dear Master, what can I do

To make them feel whole?

Must I scream from the housetops

“They are lonely.

They are cold.

They are children of the Creator.

There is no one for them to hold.

Not a blanket.

No tents.

Not a damn warming centre.

Who will help them?

Who will be their mentor?

The howling wind is roaring
It tears at Soul
I cannot sleep.
My friends, the hungry and the homeless

Are dying on the street.”

 

I am reposting this today because we have the beloved of the Creator  struggling  just  to worship in freedom….and the compassion for me is the same.

If you would like to find out more contact Imagine Ferris       momentum@telus.net

 

Mystical magical moss on Monday

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Dense moss colonies in a cool coastal forest
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What a wonderful challenge I have choosen today.
It is Monday.
It is raining.
Some of the choices I have are:
(1) go back to bed for the day and read and sleep and dream.
(2) go have a shower, get dressed and work on the house plants.
(3) get dressed in some grubbies and go feed the birds taking an extra long time and just be with them.
(4) phone everyone I know and visit all morning.
(5) get coffeed up and clean and sew in preparation for fall and winter clothing changes.
(6) just sit and dream

Think I will sit and dream for a while
Letting the muses surround me and direct my day.
Music filters through the rain drops as the birds sing their song.
The mystical magic mist of Monday permates my being and I
am enjoying a lazy moment.
A being moment.
A mindful moment.
A moment in time.
It was not always so.
I was young.
I was in a hurry.
I was rushing after the almighty dollar.
I wanted to be connected.
I wanted to be more.
I never took the time to know myself.
I never enjoyed the mystical magic mist of Monday.
Now I can.
I will go check on the moss I brought back from the mountain.
It lovingly caresses everything in the woods.
I want to stay in the mountains and lay on the moss
Until it is time to come home to you.
I reach across time and space.
I caress the moss as it cools my face.
I am one with the moss.
The mountain.
The mist.
I am home.
The mystical magic mist of Monday permates my being and I
am enjoying a lazy moment.
A being moment.
A mindful moment.
A moment in time.

I saw the Master’s hands

I saw the Master’s hands

In every tree and brook.

I felt His sweet caress

Everywhere I looked.

The clouds, the trees,

the birds, the breeze

all were an expression of love for me.

 

I felt the Master’s touch

in the majestic mountainside.

I basked in the sweet kiss

as the morning mist

crashed, crushed and caressed me inside.

 

I was helped, held, and healed in the embrace

Of my loving Higher Power.

The Sunlight of the  Spirit

Rolled over me.

Again and again.
I am now in a holy place.

 

I was washed in the mountain rain.

I was cleansed in a Ocean filled

With love and mercy.

It removed the first hundred layers of pain.

 

The waterfall in the mountains

renewed me through and through.

I am ready to rejoin life.

I might even want to be with you.

 

The love of Master is always with me.

I know that more today.

I am glad I went to the mountains.

I am so glad I stopped to pray.

I was helped, held, and healed  in the embrace

Of my loving Higher Power.

The Sunlight of the  Spirit

Rolled over me.
It stays with me this hour.

Mother Answers

Yes, my darling children
I know what you are going through
Mum and Pup broke my heart
when death’s door they walked to.
I lost my brothers and sisters.
I lost my friends and my babies too.
Know my dear children
Heaven is where and what you make it
you do not have to wait till the other side.
Enjoy the laughter.
Enjoy the love.
Enjoy the tears.
Make your daily meditation
an act of dedication.
Let your love for me
Show in all you do.
That is the best way
For your kindness to show
That is the best way for me
To know that you listened
When I told you
Dedicate your love, life and laughter
To the Master.
That is what I want you to do.
That will be the best reflection
of all the love that has been given you.
I bathed in the Ocean
Filled with Love and Mercy.
I basked in the Master’s sweet Grace.
You love and forgiveness
have helped my healing
as I enjoy Spirit’s sweet embrace.
Your love is my Lightness.
Your forgiveness my crown.
Your kind actions to others
my beautiful gown.
Go on with your mission.
Be your own best friend.
Do as I told you
“Dedicate your life and your
actions to the Master.
Do all in His name.
That is the best reflection
of the love that has been given you.
I will always love you.
The Master is always with you.
Listen, dear child, when you want to ask ‘Why’
It is because I told you so.”
I am not gone from you Heart
Dear Ones.
My love comes to you on the Breeze.
Remember, in your morning meditation
Do all you can to ease
The pain of the downcast
The sorrow of the homeless
The hunger of those still searching
The anger of the frightened ones
Still lost in the fog.
Be of service to the servers.
Be a friend to the friendless.
Embrace the un-embraceable.
Endeavor to forgive the unforgivable.
You can love the actor and not the actions.
“Dedicate your life and your
actions to the Master.
Do all in His name.
That is the best reflection
of the love that has been given you.
I will always love you.
The Master is always with you.
Listen, dear child, when you want to ask ‘Why’
It is because I told you so.”

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.

 

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.

Carrying the message

They were carrying the message.

Some spoke,

some smiled,

all hugged. 

They drove many miles.

They were carrying the message

of recovery

of hope

of love for one another

of freedom from dope.

They were carrying the message.

We knew that they would.

How blessed we are

that they came

 to our neighbourhood.

They carried the message of

love

service

gratitude.

Things that will help us with our attitude.

The outreach was appreciated.

No one kept score.

We look forward to your return trip.

Oh, we want more.

Thanks for your loving service

which is so full of the

Sunlight of the Spirit.

Thanks for carrying the message

of freedom from dope

of love for each other

of Step Work

of Sponsorship

Of endless hope.

“As long as I follow this way

I have nothing to fear”

Thanks for carrying  the message.

Thanks for coming here.

Thanks for showing the

love of the Master

Perhaps our recovery

will come along faster.

Regardless of the pace

Thanks for showing

Such love in your face.

They were carrying the message.

We knew that they could.

Thanks for the recovery love

you brought to our neighbourhood.