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In the quiet of the evening

Walking in the gentle rain

I can feel the feelings

 of peace, joy and gratitude

Soaking into Soul from Spirit.

I can hear It

As it washes

Over me again

And yet again.

I am safe,

 loved and protected.

I walk with Thee on High.1491700_584150421683696_5337675819295997442_n

There are no questions.

No need to ask “Why?’

I do not doubt this moment.

I do not doubt my worth.

I want to surrender

To the rain, 

To the silence,

 Lay quietly on the damp cool earth.

The gentle rain refreshes me

Penetrates me with the Sound

As it cleanses Soul.

I can feel the Tsunami of Spirit

Renewing me. 

Making me whole.

And,  just in case my gratitude bank

Was not filled to overflowing

Mother’s umbrella of Love

Gives me a quiet knowing.

10155036_584137451684993_2580188910334672772_nI am safe in the arms of the Creator.

I am safe in my little home.

I can sit in this peaceful beauty.

I can visit you on the Inner.

I can enjoy the sunset that was not seen 

On this earth plane

 As it hid in the drops of the rain.

I can know that the rainbows will follow.

I can know the sun will rise again.

I can feel the joy of the rapture

Being embraced in the Creators arms

I can know that abiding quiet.

I can share that joy in this moment.

I can share that moment with you.

I can…..

“I can do all things through You who strengthens me.”

I can lift up my Voice

In song.

I can sit in the quiet remembrance

Of other times,

other feelings,

other places,

other faces.

1486844_584145735017498_5163021460214205959_nOr I can go deeper into this moment…

I can focus.

I can.

“Be here now.”

The Creator  spoke

As He hid me and embraced me

Under His all-encompassing cloak.

I am renewed,  refreshed, rejuvenated.

I want to:

Take you by the hand,

Show you this wonderful moment,

Help you to share in it too,

Watch as you come to understand, 

Give you a quiet smile in days to come,

Be a reflection of “Life’s evening Son”.

I want to share this quiet moment

I want to bless you with it too.

I would like to send it

For your use in days to come.10291855_583668951731843_709338919094813338_n

I will wrap it with a ribbon of gentle rain

Sprinkle some star-dust painted blue.

Do you feel it

embracing and renewing you?

Do you feel it making you whole?

Do you wish to have me remind you

Of this moment? 

Of this place?

Oh, yes my dear friend,

I will and I certainly can.

Grief for a time or a season…the shards in the Mountain.

I watched the sky.
I wondered ‘why?’
(Why is life more intense?)
I watched as my pain
Formed into rain.
It renewed the earth as it fell.
The earth sprung up
Into the mountainous skies.
The beauty was shards to Soul.
I caressed the
shards with my eyes;
wanting it to cut deep.
Cut away the dross.
Cut away the loss.
The peaks were covered with misty fog.
The peaks were covered in rain.
The peaks were breathing in glorious snow.
I was very jealous.
I needed to feel that connected.
I wanted to lie on the top mountain peak.
I wanted to caress the forest’s floor.
I wanted to know.
I wanted to be.
I wanted to be real.
I craved renewal and purpose.
I needed to be free
of the pain of your passing.
I wanted to feel.
Stillness.
Freedom.
I longed for
a mission.
I had to have
the compulsion to go onward.
I did not feel anything like that at all.
Then the Sun came out.
It silhouetted the trees
Covered them in a raindrop-halo
which glistened.
While they danced in the breeze:
the beauty poured over me,
the beauty bombarded Soul,
the beauty went through me.
I drove away whole.
Now in the rear-view mirror
I have my direction.
I will return to the mountains
I will walk through the valleys and peaks.
I will do the next ‘right thing’.
I will be a mountain or raindrop.
Depending on the day.
I will be in touch with my life.
I will learn to say no
To the needs of another
When my own needs are intense.
I will return to these mountains
when I need to get in touch
With my loving departed parents
Whom I long to hold so much.
I put a rock in my pocket.

Meet me in the Sunset

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Photo credit    Anne Marie Kiyawsew

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

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.

The Crone and the crow Revision July 2008

English: House Crow മലയാളം: പേനക്കാക്ക

Image via Wikipedia

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.

Cape Crow

Image via Wikipedia

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.