His Masterpiece, the Colours of Emotion

The Beauty of the Artist

Velvet pink through powder blue
Brings me back to thoughts of You
Shades of orange to poppy red
Fragments of a night-time shed

Scattered pearls of deepest iris
Foliage laced with blossom fragrance, ‘tis
Everything I in awe witness
The Artist’s masterpiece of lovingkindness

Lemon hues and orange crème
Woven with a sparrow’s dream
Silvery grey washes all away
And so, the beginning of a brand new day

The clouds roll in and cast their shadow
And my heart senses the ebb of sweet brightness go
Yet behind the heavenly sunless sky
My Saviour watches, I know He is nigh

So when the palette of my life, it fades
And each stroke of His brush, it lovingly raids
The very core of this, my believing heart
I look beyond the grey and embrace His divine art

© 2013 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

WHAT CAN REFLECT YOUR MAJESTY

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Roses, raindrops, night-time dew

Colours resplendent

Sweet flight anew

Apple tree blossom

Hovering honey bee

Nothing, oh Lord, nothing

Can reflect Your majesty

Snow-capped mountains, deepest lake

Shadows of beauty

Lion cubs wake

Freshness of morning

Milky way galaxy

Nothing, oh Lord, nothing

Can reflect Your majesty

Jungle sunlight streaming through

Piercing eagle eyes

Summer sky blue

Butterflies flying

Tallest stately oak tree

Nothing, oh Lord, nothing

Can reflect Your majesty

There is nothing

Not one thing

That can reflect

Your majesty

As brilliant

As beautiful

As magnificent

As is your creation

It cannot reflect

Cannot reflect

Cannot reflect

Your majestic majesty

Words and Image ©2021 Liana Wendy Howarth

UNDERLYING CAUSE

daisy flower plant

The rocks are being pounded

The sky, it clouds over

I run and take shelter

Through the daisy field

Through the babbling brook

The sky is getting darker

The rain, it starts softly

Then very quickly in torrents

I keep on running

But I can’t seem to move

My feet are going nowhere

I see myself ahead

But why aren’t I there

That’s because the real me

Has left the old behind

There’s an underlying cause

Of why I’ve left myself

I’m getting soaked

But the new me is dancing

Dancing through the daisies

Long hair flowing

In the gentle breeze

Abandoned in fabric beautiful

Singing praises to my Creator

I stop looking behind

I don’t like what I see

I’m moving forward now

I’ve left the old me

©2021 Liana Wendy Howarth

HONESTY

Honesty

Following dearly in His footsteps
Tracing them tenderly with my feet
Saying I never ever will deny Him
But the Lord turned, and looked upon me

Shall the truth be hidden from Him
Deepest, honest thoughts under clouds of shame
Surely this I cannot conceal or prosper
The Lord turned, and looked upon me again

Please forgive my real intentions
Up they spring when I don’t confide
Help me, strengthen me, never leave me
Still the Lord turned, and looked upon me, His child

Are we really being faithful – Proud of ourselves
Telling all, in Him we trust
Do we daily sin without confession
Will the Lord turn, and look upon us?

© 2013 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

“And the Lord turned, and looked upon Peter. And Peter remembered the word of the Lord, how He had said unto him, Before the cock crow, thou shalt deny Me thrice. And Peter went out, and wept bitterly.” Luke 22:61-62

1. Hast thou heard Him, seen Him, known Him?
Is not thine a captured heart? Chief among ten
thousand own Him, Joyful choose the better part.

Chorus: Captivated by His beauty, Worthy tribute
haste to bring. Let His peerless worth constrain
thee, Crown Him now unrivaled King.

2. What can strip the seeming beauty, From the
idols of the earth? Not a sense of right or duty, But
the sight of peerless worth.

3. ‘Tis that look that melted Peter, ‘Tis that face that
Stephen saw, ‘Tis that heart that wept with Mary,
Can alone from idols draw.

4. In your service Lord defend us. In our hearts keep
watch and ward. In the world where’r you send us,
May your kingdom come O Lord.

SAYING GOODBYE TO 2020

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And as the year dwindles to time unknown
We sit and contemplate all we have known …

Throughout the year that has just passed us by
Think of friends we have lost, sweet loved ones we’ve watched die

Time does not stop and let us disembark from our life’s line
We may not have escaped pain, we see our age in decline …

But many have witnessed kindness, compassion and found much joy
Helping one another through the terrors out to destroy

Marriages, births, birthdays, anniversaries, our love on cards we explain
And the birth and death of our Saviour is remembered once again …

Yes, 2020 will soon be another diary’s memory
To all my dear blogging friends, may 2021 be blessed and forever cheery

© 2013 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

This was posted coming into 2014;
but the words remain the same so have reposted.

God bless.

Today, Sweet Mother, You Would Have Been 92

Bittersweet feelings today … Joy and sadness mingled … Joy, because tonight I get to hold my beautiful daughter who is now 29 weeks pregnant and her husband, in my arms, after one whole, very long year. Sadness … missing mum.

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It’s been twelve 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

WHEN CHRISTMAS ISN’T WHITE

Two Little Christmas Trees

The trees are green
Softness of the late summer light
Falls, and reflects upon
Another day given
There’s silence at times
And then melodious triumph
Rises, and floods the sky
A cappella
Beauty resonates within the sweet notes
It’s Christmastime
But this Christmas isn’t white
The heat at times
Wraps itself, and bathes all
With copious body tears
Then storm clouds gather
And vicious bolts, and deafening thunder
Gallop across the sky
The children, with each new day
Try and contain their excitement
School winds down
Parties, friends, family
But this Christmas isn’t white
The shops are overcome with bustling
Bargains cry out to be bought
Money exchanges hands quicker than it’s earnt
Heavy loads of purchases find their way home
Countdown is on
Advent calendars reveal less and less
Closed doors
Festivity is born
Carols are playing
Hearts bubble up with joy
Presents chosen carefully
Are brightly wrapped
Named
And then it’s Christmas Eve
But this Christmas isn’t white
The children sleep
Or pretend to
The clock ticks forward
Finally, it’s dawn
Christmas dawn
And all through the morning
Love flows from each heart
Thankfulness sings
Memories sown
Laughter, merriment
Young and old alike
The day wears on
Bing Crosby sings
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
I am too
But this Christmas isn’t white
So tell me
How can one have Christmas
When Christmas isn’t white?
The tree baubles shine
Green, red, gold
Imaginary tinsel winds its way
Through the still branches
I have two little trees this year
And they are tipped with white
Oh! This Christmas may not be white
But these little trees
These little trees
They immerse this heart, this dreamy heart
With long ago childhood dreams
And so much snowy delight

© 2018 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

Little SnowBelle Snowflake

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Little SnowBelle Snowflake, she
Fell out of the sky so grey
Following all of her friends
On this Christmas wintery day

Oh! Sweet little white Snowflake
Catch uppity up up up
Open wide your snowy arms
Fly, oh! no back up, back up

I’m flying, flying, flying
In, out, wait for me, me, me
Where are you, the sky’s all white
Snow’s in my eyes, I can’t see

Ow, bang, bump, ouchity ouch
Something spiky-green reached out
And now she’s hidden from view
Little frozen tears about

Whiter, the day grew so dim
And little SnowBelle, she cried
Cried herself to the night’s sleep
But morning sun, her tears dried

So lost, wondering what to do
All of her friends had long gone
Christmastime, a joyful time
Was happening without Belle’s song

Then suddenly she did hear
Laughter, fun and Christmas glee
Little children hanging lights
Upon her new Christmas tree

Then she saw how beautiful
In being lost, she’d become
The others, they had melted
She meanwhile glistened and sung

Sung because they had placed her
Way, way up, up, up atop
Of the dear old Christmas tree
No more to fly and then drop

© 2015 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

 

The Lord’s Cradle

For the next few weeks I will be re-posting from previous years entries. I pray that those who haven’t seen them will be blessed and that any re-reading them will also have their lives touched with joy.

The Lord's Cradle

You wrapped Your love in swaddling clothes
Deep within my heart
And sent with it joy, peace and hope
To a darkened, forlorn part

Yes, my heart and life were wandering
Oblivious of my plight
Until one divine, dark, lonely night
A lone star, to me, gave sight

Life eternal came with that bright light
To one who did not deserve
Oh! Wondrous gift that you have given me
Love’s cry was never heard

So unwrap that love, deep in my heart
May it fill me with pure thankfulness
And flow unto others in despair
Those in danger and hopelessness

And as the fullness of that gift
Sheds light within my days
May I be found in God’s temple
Sharing faith and all He says

My mother and my father
Anxiously look and search afar
I appear to have gone missing
But I’m following a perfect star

That perfect, guiding star
Leading me safely day by day
Light’s glory blessing my footsteps
And showing me His way

And when it’s time to be so still
And those close, just pass me by
I’ll remember my living Saviour
Whose life never passed most souls nigh

Then when all is perfect; but I think all is lost
That glorious, bright star appears once more
Lights others’ paths in emptiness
My words sharing His words, an endless store

I have given all that I have been given
I have lost all that He sacrificially lost
I have been found in Him who was crucified
Risen together, sharing love at all cost

© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

 

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Wishing all of my dear sweet friends whom have been with me throughout my blogging history a beautiful, safe, blessed Christmas and New Year. May the Lord grant you the desires of your heart for yourself and your loved ones. Thank you so very, very much … I am so thankful to God for Him placing you across my path xxx