Here, in your Arms

Sunset

Sunset (Photo credit: freefotouk)

Here, in your Arms,

till the setting-of-the-Sun.

 Here, in your Arms,

till the lessons are all done.

Here in your Arms,

is where I find my way.

 Here in your Arms,

I will always want to stay.

 I have wondered, 

oh,  so far from home.

 I was battered,

broken,  and  seemingly all alone.

I “heard”the light.  

I “saw” the sound.  

That is what turned

my world(s) around. 

Here, in your Arms,

till the setting-of-the-Sun.

 Here, in your Arms,

till the lessons are all done.

Here in your Arms,

is where I find my way.

 Here in your Arms,

I will always want to stay.

English: Sunset at Porto Covo, west coast of P...

Time for Letting Go and Letting God…with artistry of Colin Hall

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“Daddy, I will miss you. It is time for you to go My tears they are for happy . I just want you to know.

I see the angels coming.They want you to be in peace I release you now my Daddy. My love for you will not cease. “

Then, the little girl bowed her head.

“If you miss me too much Daddy,  as I am going to miss your touch…just send for me my darling Daddy. I won’t want to stay here long. I love you, oh so much.

Then she opened her eyes …watched as the angels took him home. She loved him. She forgave him. She did not want to be alone. She knew he had stayed too long.

 Then she thought she  could hear him singing with the angel’s throng. “If, heaven’s not my Home Oh Lord, what will I do.”

How would her family move on?  How could she be there for them , when she could hardly be there for herself?

There was no mystery. She had to do what she had to do. Stay clean and sober. Go to meetings. Work on the steps. Talk with other addicts. Deal with it with her sponsor. Talk it over with the Creator. 

The grief would linger for many a year. She wanted to be with him. She shed many a tear. She wanted the pain to end. But she waited and she prayed. Till her Higher Power gave her sweet release. Then she knew, as her Father had done, a sweet surrender…a blessed peace…a the setting of the sun. 

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Rose covered suitcases

Rose Petals and Raindrop

Image by KTDEE....popping in and out via Flickr

Rose petals on the stair case,

rose petals down the hall,

rose petals leading to the sauna

rose petals on the garden wall….

The petals of the roses

are now blowing in the wind

Like all the promises you gave

to me the night you took me in.

Why did I fall so deeply,

why did I ever fall at all.

What was in the  rose-covered suitcases

you had waiting in the hall?

One day soon….but please dear Master….not tomorrow.

The silence after the storm is where Spirit can be clearly heard.

During the storm, the Voice cleanses and renews.

During the clean-up of the aftermath of the storm

A new pathway opens…..the answers arrive unspoken.

Why did you love so boldly and deep?

Why did you care so publicly, so loud?

What were you thinking to announce to the crowd

That he, the man you were walking with, was the One?

Why did you brazenly show what and why you we feeling?

Was ‘Mr right`honestly and truly only “Mr Right Now“?

How is it , now that he is gone, that your heart is not reeling?

At what level did you to take the risk

To boldly go where angels fear to tread?

The answer lies in the intention,

the devotion and the surrender.

It is these things that bring me comfort

When your voice I remember.

It is in the allowing of the devotion

That truly lives in this heart of mine

To transcend the risk, the pain and sorrow…

To quietly speak your name one day again…

Oh God, I hope it is not tomorrow.

Angels everywhere

She was disguised as a cripple homeless woman.

She was old.

She was fat.

She came to help.

Heal the broken hearted.

She came to serve:

the homeless,

the lonely,

the drunk

the addict as well.

They did not know her.

They treated her with disgrace.

They mocked her very loving ways.

They called her “Lard Arse” to her face.

Watch for the eyes of the angels

Look for the Sunlight of the Spirit

You will see it in all you meet.

 

 

They never knew she was  an angel.

They never knew her at all.

They banded together and mocked her

No one was there to  catch her when she falls.

The bitter winds of winter

Have taken her away.

She died serving her Master’s children

She just slowly slipped away.

The cold it did not harm her.

Never dissuaded her loving touch.

As for the bullying and teasing…

She never liked it much,

So the next time you are teasing

Mocking and making fun…

Watch for the eyes of the angels

Look for the Sunlight of the Spirit

You will see it in all you meet.

You will know when you are in their presence.

The laughter is present and sweet.

The homeless old cripple you are mocking

Has come from a heavenly throne.

She serves you and she loves you

Until you make it home.

Watch for the eyes of the angels

Look for the Sunlight of the Spirit

You will see it in all you meet.

 

 

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.”

Sherman’s Angel’s

To My Angels Here and Near

I know now, you were always there

through the thousand miles,

without a prayer.

Lost and scared and all alone -so

many wrong directions home.

Looking back, I understand,

you always had me

by my hand.

Had I not kept pulling away -I’d

have far fewer debts to pay.

From darkest night and deepest sorrow,

you guided me to this bright tomorrow.

Now I humbly beg you stay – beside me

with me every day.

Someday perhaps, all will see – the

gentle soul you see in me.

Forever grateful

Sherman

Your son, father, husband, brother and friend.

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How would you Know?

An Angel Feather Left Behind

Image by Bruce McKay Yellow Snow Photography via Flickr

Unless

you have been held

in the arms of Angels


How would you know


How It felt


How It healed


How It quieted

a restless Soul


Unless you have been held

in the arms of Angels


How would you Know?

I could tell you

of my experience


Being held

 healed

made whole.


But unless you have

that blessing

for yourself


How would you know?