The Floating Rose

IT’S TRUE
Should we ever
Cease to know
How our Saviour
Loves us so
Then ‘tis time
To reassess
Reasons why
We don’t feel blessed
For He has promised
In His Word so grand
Promised to us
Before breath was planned
To love us forever ….

Through the fires of trial
Through the golden, still days
Through suffering a short while
…. He pours His love endlessly

So take a leaf from the ever-new garden
Without question it sings His praises
And even when the thorns appear
Love’s shed in the roses and daisies

(in “Fragrance from the Spring”)

Crushed Dreams

Taken with my new (first) SLR camera – Canon EOS 1100D.

It’s going to take a while to absorb all of the possibilities and instructions.

StrawBerry and Cream (A Children’s Poem)

TortoiseShell delight
Broke into a fight
With his neighbourhood friend in the woods
Leapt up a great height
Used all of his might
In front of StrawBerry and Cream

Now StrawBerry and Cream
Were a cat lover’s dream
And TortyShell knew this all too well
Turned with a smile
And showing whiskers a mile
Invited them home for tea

Purrfect dainties he did serve
Pickled salmon for hors d’oeuvres
Layered cupcakes and meaty pies he did make
All purrfectly placed
On purrty tablecloth with lace
TortoiseShelly, friends StrawBerry and Cream

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth

image courtesy of http://www.mycutegraphics.com

A Heart Closed

This feeling of emptiness
Fills opened rivers
Rivers of dryness
Where tears have exhausted
The floodgates of time
Within this heart
Of such mixed emotion
And each shadow
Of melody in sadness
Sheds new light
On how very alone
I feel
I sought and thought
I had found
Love lost
Escaped
Returned once more
But alas
Mistaken
Love’s not found happiness
Unsettled
And leaves within me
Uncertainty
I’m shattered
And a wall surrounds my heart once more

© 2013 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

Cat Lost, Cat Found (A Children’s Poem)

The cat sat on the window sill
That cold, cold winter night
And the flames threw orange sparkles forth
As she silently withdrew from sight

Her purring had held pure happiness
When home at last she saw
The poor, poor bundle of furry joy
Four days gone … four paws were sore

Lost in the blizzard of untold snow
Trees trapped in white-washed lanes
Her way misplaced and so forgotten
She’d sheltered in downtown drains

But then one bleary, bleakest eve
The air it cleared in the softest way
She smelt the loving aromas of home-baked stew
Wafting through a chimney nearby … I say

‘That’s my home …
The one with the bright red door’
And shivering, shaking … (thin icicles for whiskers)
She tapped on the pane once more

Warm air it invited, as the flames edged out
The red barrier at last was down
Someone had amazingly seen her shadow
Caught for a moment, clothed in frozen gown

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth

photo courtesy of http://www.all-free-download.com

Freedom Bursting Forth

Break free from the bondage of hardship. Yes, there are trials when you love God; but within each trial is a blessing awaiting freedom.

 

Pickles and Ginger

Pickleton and Ginger Lee
Raced round and round
Until they found
Upon the ground
The branches low
A way to go
Above below
Away from Brampton SuperDog
For he did chase
To win the race
Around the base
Of Crispy backyard apple tree
Up and up the bough, it shook
Ginger cried … Don’t be a sook
We’re safe at last, do stop and look
And SuperDog’s tail
Was wag, a-wagging as he howled an awful wail
His lead had caught upon a rail
… and now both kitties could safely bail

Meow – Me – Me .. ow – ow – ow

Woof! Woof!

                    

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth

images courtesy of http://www.mycutegraphics.com

Songs of the Meadow

The little lamb lay silently
Beside the beating heart
A love so beautiful, so mystified
A bond too great to part

The little bird sung prettily
Upon the wind-blown nest
A song so pure, melodious
Through storm, it gave its best

The little bud, it smelt so sweet
On parent stem so grand
A fragrance oh! so heavenly
A touch from the Maker’s hand

The little boy, he walked so fine
Near meadow streams so clear
With opened eyes, he gleefully
Sensed His Saviour’s presence near

The little girl was soon by his side
Together hand in hand they strolled
Through glories of the wondrous beauty
A part of their Father’s fold

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth

photos courtesy of http://www.all-free-download.com

Wings of Grace

When clouds of sorrow or pain threaten to crush your very existence, soar through on the strength of love, in the wings of the Lord’s grace.

A Lovely Thing to Ponder …