Ballad to the drunken husband

Love-Lies-Bleeding, Tassel Flower (Amaranthus ...
Love-Lies-Bleeding, Tassel Flower (Amaranthus caudatus) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

My love for you

 

lays

bleeding on the cabin floor.

 

I have surrendered

it to you

 

for a century or more.

 

I have loved you

 

with a love divine.

 

But now

 

I have

awakened

 

To know

 

You have never

been mine.

 

The demon whiskey,

 

and the seducer rum

 

Stole you away from

me

 

in the setting sun.

 

My love for you

 

lays

bleeding on the cabin floor

 

Good bye my darling husband.

 

My life now serves me more.

 

English: A modern build of a squared log cabin...
English: A modern build of a squared log cabin. Logs were milled square for this build. It serves as guest quarters. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

I put a rock in my pocket (a journey of grief and healing)

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Jasper rock gathering MaryHelen Ferris

Both of my parents loved the autumn.   They died within 60 days of each other.  I had not dealt with the grief.  I needed to go to the mountains.  I needed a rock in my pocket.   Here are the ramblings and tumblings of words in grief as I journeyed to find that rock.   Not knowing I would return to this place of grief and growth often, and especially in the autumn.

I watched the sky.
I wondered ‘why?’
I watched my pain
Formed into rain.
It renewed the earth as it fell.
The earth sprung up
Into the mountainous skies.
The beauty of the mountains acted  as shards to Soul.
I caressed the shards with my eyes; wanting them  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 beauty poured over me,
  Beauty bombarded Soul, 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 departed parents
Whom I longed to hold so much.
I put a rock in my pocket.

photo by Sonny Alfredo Galea
Jasper National Park photo by Sonny Alfredo Galea

A radiant dream of your love

Beauty
Beauty photo MaryHelen Ferris   Jasper 2008

I reclined.

I was  filling

myself with

Thy

loving grace.

I drifted.

I was living

in my happy place.

I dreamed you.

I was overjoyed

to see your face.

I reclined

Further into

light and sound’s own space.

I awakened.

Radiant.

Filled with the love

of knowing you.

Listening to the Master's Voice
Listening to the Master’s Voice  Photo MaryHelen Ferris

Waiting and Silence

Rows of Candles
Image via Wikipedia
Candle
Image by kkalyan via Flickr
Candle smoke
Image by The Ewan via Flickr

There is a secret

knowledge in silence.

There is a secret

knowledge in waiting.

There are many a mother

of many children

who wait for the silence.

Would give anything

for five minutes of silence.

Until the house is empty.

 Now she waits

for any of them

or all of them

to just even call.

While she waits

in the silence. 

Hump day….surrender and forgiveness

Surrender to things in love

Gives me strength from God above….

It does not mean that I can be controlled.

It does not mean there is not grief to be consoled.

It does not mean that the policies and procedures by which you thrive

Are to be my mandate on how and why I will conduct myself and be alive.

I forgive myself for loving you so deeply because it was a good lesson.

Now I am waiting for the healing to happen cause I sure need the blessin’.

The still small voice that is never still

The still small voice within

sends its love to all the world 

The still small voice within me

holds its love in a never-ending whirl

The still small voice within the music

within me spirals out into the song

The still small voice within the laughter

is so glad you came along.

The still small voice that is never still

Is bending searching and yielding

Opening now to do Thy will.

The still small voice within thy will

Opens now to the cosmic sea

The still small voice within the Joy

can now just let it be. 

The still small voice within the laughter 

contains the magic of living

The still small voice with my heart

Has a brand new way of forgiving. 

So let us take heart in the midst of the storm

Knowing the still small voice within us all

Will guide us safely home…

Within the guidance of that love within the still small voice

Is love and peace to share.

Within the love I found you my love

I am so glad that you are there.

Within the still small voice within you

There is peace and harmony

Within the still small voice within us all

Is a place we can be together

Within the still small voice is the place we can be free. 

When I am sitting seemingly alone

I am actually within the still small voice

Dancing at heaven’s throne.