Category Archives: Loss

Alone I Sit

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Upon the housetop, loneliness prevails
Understand I can’t, of coldness in death
Where is the love that once fulfilled
All of life’s dreams and promises said

Does this mean that I won’t be missed
Does this mean that talk is not meant
Compassion and true fellowship I desire
Yet emptiness of doubt surrounds me still

Oh! To be loved, as Christ first loved us
Within our family which we hold so dear
May the peacefulness of love prevail
Answer hopelessness and fill with joy

Shall the truth meet with our hearts
Comfort us in feelings, humbled thou art
Yes Jesus loves us, of that I am sure
May that be enough, eternally secure

© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

CHRISTMAS FOR THE BROKENHEARTED (A Song of Hope)

MILO

Chorus
When no-one calls to wish you a merry Christmas
When no-one’s there with you to share
When love is elusive, a long time a-coming
Come unto Me and know My care
Oh! Just come unto Me anytime, anywhere

Calling all who have no-one to trust
Calling all who have lost joy’s hope
Calling all whose friends have long gone
There’s a Christmas for the brokenhearted
No more will love be hidden, departed

Chorus
When no-one calls to wish you a merry Christmas
When no-one’s there with you to share
When love is elusive, a long time a-coming
Come unto Me and know My care
Oh! Just come unto Me anytime, anywhere

Never give up when you’re alone
Never give up when your heart’s cold
Never give up when sadness calls
Never give up, I won’t give up
There’s a Christmas for the brokenhearted
No more will love be hidden, departed

Chorus
When no-one calls to wish you a merry Christmas
When no-one’s there with you to share
When love is elusive, a long time a-coming
Come unto Me and know My care
Oh! Just come unto Me anytime, anywhere

Bridge
Oh! Even when the snow it falls
And settles upon your life that’s stalled
Look past the fragile side of the season
Know that you are loved
And that I am the reason
Yes, know that you are loved
And that I am the reason

Chorus
When no-one calls to wish you a merry Christmas
When no-one’s there with you to share
When love is elusive, a long time a-coming
Come unto Me and know My care
Oh! Just come unto Me anytime, anywhere

© 2014 – current Liana Wendy Howarth

FINALLY HOME

cruise ship

Lost as a little girl of ten
Lost and a-wondering at sea
Unsure of what the future held
Unbeknownst He was holding me

Taken out of my family tree
Or at least that is how it felt
The same for years that came and went
Until before my Lord, I knelt

Never feeling like I fit in
At school, at home, in daily life
Living in memories now gone
It soon led to a world of strife

Who am I, where do I belong?
But unaware of these sad thoughts
They planned my days, shed tears at night
All the while, I was trapped and caught

Through many valleys, mountain climbs
Raging rivers and desert lands
This heart journeyed, not finding home
To plant my feet on rock, not sands

Praise God, I can now see the shore
In the distance, soft lights glowing
The rough journey is soon to end
I sense the relief of knowing

That with each beat of my child heart
Each breath that as a child I took
I never let go of being
That girl on the day my life shook

As on that ship, my life was tossed
For weeks and weeks so endlessly
As a daughter and wife, mother
I have still been waiting for me

To arrive at that safe harbor
With heart and emotions intact
Finally, they are soon to meet
Lost when life was once an extract

At last I can feel belonging
Or what it may feel like to be
Present in the present, not bound
And lost in false reality

And I can unpack those cases
That have been drifting out at sea
Unpack all of who I am now
Since then I’ve become a new me

The belongings that fill my heart
Will embrace love I’ve been given
And all that tried to cause me pain
Left in the depths, I’m forgiven

I’m still a child, a child of God
And my Father, He adores me
I may not cross the seas again
I’m safe, I’m here, He’s restored me

© 2016 Liana Wendy Howarth

Today, Sweet Mother, You Would Have Been 88

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It’s been eight long years, years of Christmas chime
Some days tears of sadness, love, they still flow
A memory, moment, in missing time
Intense waves of emotion; but short though

Please know that I am still on this journey
Of uphill and downhill and uphill climbs
I would find comfort if you held my hand
But that won’t happen, in these present times

There will come a sweet day and we’ll hold hands
Look at each other, see love in our eyes
And that love will encompass all we shared
Safe with Father, as eternity flies

Remembering our hugs and all that you ever were to me dearest Mum.
I love you and will never forget you.

The reflection of heaven’s rose garden.

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Upon the branches of my heart
For you, this poem is written
The love you gave, the love you shared
The tenderness that softened

And on the paths that lead me there
Your footsteps are remembered
Guiding and advising me
You’ll never be forgotten

And on the leaves that bound my heart
My family life is written
Joy and pain, happiness and gain
The aroma will ever remind me

And on the petals of flowers found
Found wrapped around my heart
Sweet words of gentle encouragement
That trusted who I was

The aroma of those flowers linked
To leaves and branches and paths
Take me back to when you first left
Though not as often now
But the tears of dew that water my heart
Will always remember you

© 2010 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

New Blog … Free Pet Poems

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Never Give Up

Today is the anniversary of my mother’s death. I felt to share this again and maybe encourage if but one …

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Eight years ago, my beautiful mother passed away. Six years ago, my wonderful brother passed away. She was eighty, he was forty-eight. She had Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma, he had Acute Myeloid Leukaemia. Neither knew the Lord when diagnosed. So I say never give up.

So many times during the course of mother’s illness, we would talk about my precious Lord. Her beliefs were scattered though and she loved anything to do with Tibet. Whenever we discussed anything to do with the Bible, she somehow managed to skirt around the topic and the subject was closed. This always happened. She was looking for something and would try anything and listen to anyone about everything. Yes, it’s important to listen to others; but not at the expense of one’s eternal life. Everything seemed like a joke. She would go to church; but was forever questioning, sometimes in the middle of a service (makes me smile now; but quite embarrassing at times).

Her illness stayed in remission for about five years. It returned. In the final couple of weeks, the questions continued. I played beautiful Christian music for her when she could no longer get out of bed. I had the Bible in audio form and jamming the repeat button, played the Psalms for her, just on low; but high enough for her too drink in God’s promises.

My Pastor’s mother visited and the questions, yes they kept coming. Still she was undecided. We showed her a plaque with “My God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus”. Still she questioned. Oh! The questions. The Name of Jesus was highlighted for her in the Scripture verse. No other god, image, idol.

Suddenly the Light began to enter her understanding and I believe it was then, only a few short weeks before she died, that she finally began to stop fighting and accept and be loved by Jesus. He had opened her eyes. She questioned again, but she had changed. God’s love shone through her. She had us throw out a statue on her windowsill. A peace settled on her. On us.

Hospital then the nursing home awaited. Psalm 23 played on and on and on. It was also above her head on a beautifully carved, wooden wall hanging. The Shepherd Psalm filled her very being. She couldn’t escape it.

The day she passed was so sad and yet so peaceful. With her last breaths few and far between, (by now my Father and I believed she had gone), I whispered into her ear that Jesus loved her and so did we. All of a sudden she breathed a great breath. It was such a shock that I jumped back and her bed moved, which was a further shock as I didn’t realize that the brakes weren’t on. Such a beautifully painful death. Yet I witnessed her spirit leave. I sensed it. I sensed her life depart.

Praise God, she is with Him. All of those years causing friction, sadness, questioning, frustrations all accumulated into one glorious ending. Underneath are the Everlasting Arms.

So never give up. There is always hope. In every breath, there is hope.

My brother endured months of horrendous treatment and was in ICU for many weeks with only about eight months from diagnosis to final hour. He didn’t believe in God either and conversations between us became somewhat heated at times. Sadness prevailed.

In hospital I would try and once again bring Jesus into the discussions. Not interested. I would pray silently by his bedside when we were the only ones in his room.

Then came the call. I asked his wife to place the phone to his ear. She said he wouldn’t hear me. I spoke lovingly to him of the Lord and prayed desperately for him. All I could hear was laboured breathing. Finishing just as she came back onto the line, I praise God that I was able to witness to him, one last time.

He died. I left him with God. I just didn’t know.

But I never gave up. Nothing is impossible with God.

YOU MEAN MORE TO ME THAN MOTHER’S DAY (A Song for Anyone with a Sweet Mother’s Heart)

YOU MEAN MORE TO ME THAN MOTHERS DAY

O the sweetness of those words
You mean more to me than Mother’s Day
Touches deep, releases joy
Something only a dearest child could say

Chorus
Sometimes distance has its way
Sometimes others have their say
But still, my love survives in May
‘Cause you mean more to me than Mother’s Day
Yes, you mean more to me than Mother’s Day

Brings with them, sweet butterflies
Of fleeting memories from yesteryear
Interspersed with cherished love
Can sense their closeness, even if not near

Chorus
Sometimes distance has its way
Sometimes others have their say
But still, my love survives in May
‘Cause you mean more to me than Mother’s Day
Yes, you mean more to me than Mother’s Day

Brings a bouquet of sweet intent
And hugs that reach to eternity
Thankfulness for heaven’s gift
Preciousness with a face that’s so pretty

O may I feel your arms surround me
May I feel your breath upon me
May I feel your love towards me
Sweet child, sweet child, of mine

Chorus
Sometimes distance has its way
Sometimes others have their say
But still, my love survives in May
‘Cause you mean more to me than Mother’s Day
Yes, you mean more to me than Mother’s Day

© 2014 Liana Wendy Howarth

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AND NOW A PRAYER FOR ANYONE WITH A SWEET MOTHER’S HEART

YOU MEAN MORE TO ME THAN MOTHERS DAY (2)

Dearest Heavenly Father
I come before You to lift every Mother unto You
And even though Mother’s Day is a wordly affair
And every day should be Mother’s Day in a child’s heart
You are love
You know our need for love
So I lift all Mothers unto You
All who have never been Mothers
Yet have a Mothering heart
All who are with child at this very moment
But are on the verge of terminating that life
All who are with child at this very moment
But are fearful of losing that life
Due to complications, accidents, medications
All who have lost a child
All who have lost children
Whether miscarried
Stillborn
As an infant
A toddler
Child
Young teen
Teenager
Young adult
An adult
… to silence
All who have a Mothering heart
And through silent tears
Are unable to have children
But Lord
But with God
Nothing is impossible
All who are awaiting the news
Of a missing child
Desperate for news
Hoping, praying
That they will be returned
Safely into their nuturing arms
All who are unable to spend
Mother’s Day together
Due to distance
Sickness
Disagreements
Anger
Hurt
Pride
And any other Mother who due
To no fault of their own
Is just unable to share
This precious day
As is every day
Together
All Mothers who have lost their Mothers
As a child
And never knew them
As an adult
The grief is the same
Anyone who has lost their Mother
Those whose heart is breaking
Because their Mother is so sick
Fear worrying how they will cope without them
O Lord
O Lord
Please also bless those spending
Today together
May they be aware of the gift they have
May Your love abound
May Your love abound
Shed Your love abroad
May it enter deep within all hearts
Unto You Lord
Unto You Lord
Precious Lord
In Jesus Name I pray
Amen

© 2014 – current Liana Wendy Howarth

ONE DAY (Song Lyrics … Chorus to be Sung Slowly)

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Once my heart was open so wide
Then life happened, closing its door
Sadness masqueraded as joy
No entrance; but tears welled inside

And life kept happening daily
But didn’t want to include me
I had my own journey charted
Sadly not lined with lovingly

Chorus
And one day
The jar of pain’s tears
Will be empty
And all of life’s fears
Will have left me
One day

Tears kept battling for their own space
As my heart relentlessly cried
One thing after another thing
Tried to line my broken path, my face

Surprisingly my heart stood firm
I knew I was being led forth
In my weakness and through the tears
His strength, His peace these did affirm

Chorus
And one day
The jar of pain’s tears
Will be empty
And all of life’s fears
Will have left me
One day

So for now ’till joy manifests
I’ll hold tight to all that I know
Knowing I’m so loved and so blessed
And knowing my heart His arrests

And I know that day will be soon
In that day, the sweetest of days
My heart oh! my heart will be found
Found singing Eternal Love’s tune

Chorus
And one day
The jar of pain’s tears
Will be empty
And all of life’s fears
Will have left me
One day

© 2015 Liana Wendy Howarth

Are You Joyful Or Hurting This Mother’s Day?

I posted this two years ago … always relevant so have posted again today.

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Wishing all Mother’s a very blessed day.

Girl with Flower for Mom

Thanking the Lord for the gift of our Mothers.

For their love.

Nuturing.

Presence.

Presents.

Understanding.

Tolerance.

Discipline.

Advice.

Willingness to listen.

Perception.

Hopes and dreams for us.

Encouragement.

Comfort.

Trust.

And for those who are truly blessed … their prayers.

Their ‘just being Mum’ and being there.

And I could go on and on and on.

But I wish to lift prayers for those who …

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Never knew their Mother.

Never felt loved by her.

Never felt they could tell her secrets.

Never felt safe in her presence.

Never felt her arms wrapped lovingly, protectively around them.

Never felt cherished.

Never felt secure.

Never felt trusted.

And not forgetting those who have lost their Mothers.

Or whose Mothers are very ill.

Or overseas.

Or out of touch.

And I could go on and on and on …

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May the Lord wrap you in His arms and give you all the love, peace and joy that you so desperately need and continue to search for.

I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are Thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

 My substance was not hid from Thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.

 How precious also are Thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!

 If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with Thee.’  Psalm 139:14-18 KJV

May there be much joy and forgiveness this day and from this day forth.

Cry. Forgive. God loves you.

Children, there are Mothers desperately waiting for your call.

Mothers, there are daughters desperately waiting for your call.

Mothers, there are sons desperately waiting for your call.

‘For with God nothing shall be impossible.’  Luke 1:37 KJV

… I MISS YOU SO MUCH MUM …

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