The Sleeping Porch ~ Kathleen Dean ~ Guest Author as we celebrate 84,000 views on this blog


Sunbursts Peaking Through The Forest Canopy

THE SLEEPING PORCH by: Kathleen Dean

Somewhere in the fringes of my mind

are visions of a quieter time

ready to whisk me away

to the secret places of the heart.

The imprisonment of daily living

cries out for solitude

amongst mountain hide-aways

that are only found in my dreams,

where they are tucked away,

clothed in shades of green and earthy smells

that can tingle the senses.

Gradually the cares of this world diminish,

for one-by-one I have given them wings,

lest their grief might linger.

My soul has been turned over

to a passage of time not governed by man.

Slowly, I choose not to look

back to any regrets of the day.

I find myself seeking comfort

that only my Heavenly Father can give,

He so willingly fills up

those empty places in my day

Opaque visions begin to take shape

as this body releases its busy schedule called life.

You live up there Lord

and I down here on this earthen floor.

Scenic Alaska Mountains
Scenic Alaska Mountains (Photo credit: Accretion Disc)

How long have I hungered

for this mountain hillside,

Mountain Hillside
Mountain Hillside (Photo credit: MixedUpMedia/Mari W)

crowned with laurel in honor of summer.

Where wild grape vines grow,

hanging from branches

lopping ever downward

to reach to the ground.

They beg to be swung on.

The physical presence of nature is everywhere,

helping me to shake loose the trappings of this world.

Standing quietly on a narrow deer trail,

I want to move on knowing I cannot go back.

There just isn’t enough time Lord

to walk every footpath.

In my youthful years I didn’t realize

the distance I would walk as an adult.

Tenderly, my hand reaches out

to touch cool water collected in a basin

carved in a solid rock by Mother Nature‘s tears.

English: Middle Tor Rock Basin Thought to be f...
English: Middle Tor Rock Basin Thought to be formed by the action of frost and wind. See (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Licking the moisture from my finger tips

I choke up inside for the loss of words

to describe these emotions that I feel.

“Ahhhh” just “Ahhhh”

escapes from my heart.

Once more I have been blessed

to find this sleeping porch

surrounded by the windows of God.

I have found your place where your breath

Fern bed under a forest canopy in woods near F...
Fern bed under a forest canopy in woods near Franklin, Virginia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

continually washes over me

as needed sleep overtakes this human body.

No longer am I shackled

by thoughts of sorrow

for these precious moments

with you have provided

the rest my soul so desires.

Dear God,
Thank you for this sleeping porch and the peace I have found within it. Help me to forget past mistakes Lord. There is a better way, and easier one, I am sure only now, I cannot find it without your continual guidance.
The story behind the poem…
The Sleeping Porch by: Kathleen Dean Written late summer 2007 after the lost of my father, Art Brown.
We have all had those days when you wanted to scream “I am just so tired Lord.” Or “Oh, for the enjoyment of peace from worries for just one day Lord.” Do not feel discouraged. Our Heavenly Father has promised his faithful children rest from turmoil if we but follow him. The here and now: Exodus 33:14 “And he said, my presence shall go with thee and I will give thee rest.” He invites us to come to him: Matthew 11:28-29 “Come unto me, all ye that are heavy laden and I will give you rest. And for the future: Revelation 14:13 “Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth; Yea saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors; and their works shall follow them.” God will give us peace of mind when we call on Him in faith believing. But where will we go to find this peace?
English: Author:Robert E. Nylund Source:Person...
English: Author:Robert E. Nylund Source:Personal photos (Nov. 2005) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
In the early mid 1900’s many homes had a porch that one could rest on for the afternoon nap or for a visit after dinner with family. Usually there was a front porch plus a screened-in porch that was located at the back of the home for more privacy. Our wringer-washer and tubs sat on our back-porch. The front porch was a wee-bit fancier. Besides the usual table and chairs there were a few stands for flowers and a comfortable rocking chair. At one end of the porch would be a long Davenport placed near the living-room window. It was waiting, inviting, for someone to take an afternoon nap or possibly even to sleep there all night when the weather was hot and sticky. This outdoor room was an extension of the home. Most people referred to the closed in room as the sleeping porch. This is where my idea for “THE SLEEPING PORCH” came from. One evening my heart was heavy with burdens. I needed some of peace in my life and found it in our Heavenly Father’s sleeping porch.

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

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.
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

Unconditional love….q and a

Unconditional love….

heavens above….

there are moments lately

I can hardly dig up “like”.

Is it aging?

Is it a desire

to be loving

when all I want to do

is scream?

Is it that last bad dream?

Is it the new moon?

Is it my lack of love?

Is it the

sudden passing of time, and loved ones?

Where went yesterday?

Help me get back to centre.

Help me get back to the choice.

Help me to remember

your unconditional love is a goal.

Help me to remember

 to always listen and hear your voice. 

An artificially coloured rose. A white rose is...
An artificially coloured rose. A white rose is artificially coloured with blue dye to be sold as a blue rose. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I remember on the home planet….or maybe it was just HOME…there was unconditional love.   Now I am in a physical body.  I am here to learn human love.  I know at the Soul level unconditional love. I need to learn at the heart level….human sharing and caring… the HU-man love.  I need to start this day over. I need to start with surrender.

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’.

Standing at the River….

Tonight we stand for Helen O. at the River  by request.

Author Leo  Basilica said it best

“No one should cry alone.

No one should die alone.”

We stand at the river

Not just for the one crossing

But for those who will be standing in grief and loss.

I, like you, have stood in that river….

Deciding whether to stay or go.

Before I found the Voice of the Creator within

I searched everywhere for the answers….

Everywhere but within.

In many faiths and many hours

We are directed by a Higher Power…

So dear hearts, please take the Creator’s hand

And give a round of applause in welcoming Helen O. home.

Beloved dear hearts, I thank you on behalf of the family for standing for them.

We stand for Helen O. by special request

Asking that the family is comforted and blessed.