Reach out…

Colin Hall
Colin Hall

I watch

as the writer

reaches for the quill, 

as the artist uses colour

and hones their skill.

I seek to learn

as the musician

strokes the right key

I wonder in amazement of all the harmony. 

All of nature begins to unfold

in the morning majestic sunrise

or in the evening’s reds and golds.

I am fulfilled in joyous gratitude

as the love of the Creator fills my life.

I reach out to another

to walk with them through strife.

I reach inward now to give thanks

at the end of my days

To live in loving service to share the love in praise.

MaryHelen Feris   Jasper National Park  2008
MaryHelen Ferris  Jasper National Park 2008


10387578_666660430099361_4025727269978188755_nI stand at the edge of a mighty forest

beneath the mountain of God.

I discard my fears and worries

knowing with whom I trod.

I have been here before…

other mountains

other shores.

I know that I have lessons to learn

before I go to my last rest.

All that is required of me, now,

Is to unmask and do my best. 

I stand at the edge of a mighty forest

beneath the mountain of God.

I discard my fears and worries

knowing with whom I trod.


Oh yes, I shall dream of thee again…

dsc00021His soft voice came from behind lips that smiled.

His eyes danced with mine, over centuries and miles.

The deep cedar wood smell of him, awakened memories,

Of many moments in a lifetime and many lifetimes in a moment.

Then darn, I woke up to the sound of the phone.

He was here.

He was real.

But, the phone called me away from his arms.

It called me away from the knowing of his charms.

I scrubbed the floor.

I made the bed.

“I shall dream of you again”

rang through my head.

That night when I returned form the city –

there was the smell of him again,

I could hear his laughter.

I cried in delight when I saw

a single red rose on my pillow.

Often, the Sunlight of the Spirit caresses Soul in the dream state to prepare it for the loving moments on their way.  And, just as often, the loving moments remembered.




Listening was not always a pleasure.

I did not want to hear about the war. 

I did not want to know about the violence…

neither  home nor abroad.

Now, as an adult – an aging crone who rocks –

I spend my day listening to the sound. 

It brightens my pathway.

It gives me great joy.

I combine It  with the light

There is love without alloy.

The cleansing of the river…for ECK New Year

artistry of Colin Hall
artistry of Colin Hall

The cleansing of the river…

forever, calls me Home.

Home to the river.

It is my sanctuary.

No need to roam.

I must go down to the river…

the poet wrote…

To the lonely sea and the sky…wrote another.

We are all called to the river.

There is no reason to ask why.

When beneath its water I am blessed

Cleansed, renewed, refreshed

With no more forgetfulness.

I remember by  the river.

I renew in the river.

The river takes me Home.

Colin Hall
Colin Hall

I shall fly…

I shall fly 

with  the rhythm of music

on the fluffiest clouds in the sky.

I shall fly giving thanks 

every moment.

I shall laugh

not caring why.

I shall take wing on my memories.

I shall take flight while making more. 

I give of my heart and my loving.

I shall care as never before.

I will fill my home with compassion.

I will bid you shelter within.

I shall fly, laugh, dance, drum,  and love.

I will do it all with a grin.

…a tourist in my own life!


I have become a tourist in my own life.

Exploring, examining and enjoying every nook and cranny!

If there is a street or avenue that is not filled with joy and gratitude

I say to myself, my inner guide – the Creator – “not today”.

Today, I shall heal and make note to  again come

to this place to heal

when I am ready to do so.

At some gates, streets, lanes and portals

Spirit bids me stay and work through

the lesson.  I am not alone.

I am always with you – Harold Klemp

There are no abandonment issues when 

I acknowledge the presence of the gifts of Spirit.

I am one with the wind, the melody, the music and the song. 

I am one with the Creator, whether alone or with the throng. 

I am one with the Sunlight of the Spirit.

I am filled with joy and gratitude –

when I allow myself to observe

in silence –

a moment to hear It.

I am blessed with  Thy loving mercies

charged and re-charged with Spirit…

To do thy bidding with a gentle manner

And be with the “Listener“

Until I can obey when I hear It.