Posted in Fragrance from the Spring, Healing, Inspiration, Loss, Love, Photography, Poems, Trials & Blessings

Three Days of Tears

Three Days of TearsEach time your memory crosses my vision
My very world, it crumbles
Then the flood dries up
And love, it fills up
Until again it happens

When will this picture etched in my mind
Of all that was and happened
If only this, if only that
But it’s too late to change the minute
The minute that you left me
I should have done this, I should have done that
But what now stands shall be

As each day passes, the tears flow heavier
But there are rays of sunshine in between
Little rainbows of love and joy
Sent to comfort me

(in “Fragrance from the Spring”)

Posted in Just For Children, Poems

It’s Snowing Bubbles (A Children’s Poem)

Winter Kids on a Sled

Round and round and round and round
It’s snowing bubbles in Bob Bobble Town
Down they fall
All precious and clear
With storyland pictures mirrored
In each little ball

Neighing white horses with carriages grand
Flowers so fair and rarely found
Children sledding
And presents all wrapped
Beautiful memories
Of a long distant wedding

With hoppity bunnies all dressed in white
And sweet, little deer in fawn and white suits
Tables laid out with finest ware
Yes, all can be seen, imagined
In the flummery bubbles adrifting down
Upon wintry dreams, all laid out bare

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth

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Posted in Christianity, Fragrance from the Spring, Photography, Poems

Hear My Cry

Hear My CryUnder the merciful gaze of love
My heart is open, crushed and sad
I have come to realize that through it all
Only Jesus is hurt when my life falls

Help me to recover my poise
In Christ I live, and not for nought
Healing balm please Lord, do apply
For very soon this life is nigh

Heal me with the fragrance of roses
Heal me with sweet scents of rosebuds
May the lily cover my proudness
Cover my sense of guilt and shame

Lift the cloud of weariness yonder
From this weak and burdened frame
For this cloud remains a long time
Oh! When will Your sweet lightness shine

Please, dear Father, should I wander
Through this wilderness of thine alone
Lift this cloud, I shall not falter
Lead me on, for this Thy cloud came

(in “Fragrance from the Spring”)

Posted in Christianity, Healing, Hope, Inspiration, Photography, Trials & Blessings

Safety in the Shallows

Safety in the ShallowsWhenever waves of hurt seem relentless, look to the shallows. A safe place in which to stand. Take your eyes off the problem and look to the gentleness and comforting melody of His healing word. Let it wash over you and may peace ever so reassuringly lap at your now steady feet.






Posted in Inspiration, Love, Poems, Trials & Blessings

The Hurting Pen – A Poem for Struggling Writers

Cloud Raining Hearts

Off it goes again, the pen
Running from its paper friend
Doesn’t want to write you know
Expose emotions too hard to show

Every time it sees the lines
Lines on whiteness, it’s a sign
A sign that tells its heart to go
Too much pain, with tears in tow

So please tread carefully every time
When words flow freely, all in rhyme
Don’t space them all too closely together
Those love-torn memories, lost forever

And if you understand its plight
It won’t break down, won’t take flight
Instead it’ll write so beautifully
Fragranced letters which all the world will see

© 2013 Liana Wendy Howarth

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Posted in Just For Children, Photography, Poems

Meeko Lee McFluff (A Children’s Poem)

meekoWhen Meeky fell into the treacle jar
Dear Louie began to cry
He cried so much
His tears just stuck
Meekily Treakily, why oh why?

Don’t cry, don’t cry
Or else you’ll flood
This jar in which I’m jammed
Just find a rope or something like …
That bristly broom-broom over there

But Meekles, sobbed dear Louie Bear
That’s not a broom-broom-broom
If I use that, you’ll fall down flat
You’ll not only be in treacle; but a jam

Why! Why! Why!
The older cat spluttered out
Just grab it and then you’ll see

Well, okay then and off he went
To grab that bristly broom
And with both his paws
He pulled and pulled
Hang on
Hang on
Now Meeky’s nowhere to be seen!

Meekily, Meekily, Meekily Moo
Where are you … Meekily Moo?
Through sobs of meows he cried
But all he saw were toffee-coloured bubbles
Rising from the top of the treacle
More, more, more, more, more

Oh No! He’d told him … He’d told him
That the broom was not a broomy-broom-broom
Surely, surely Meeky should have known
That as he picked the broom-broom up
Dear Meeky … Well, he would just disappear
‘Cause that broom-broom, it was attached
With such a furry, furry match … His tail was what it was!
And now Meeky’s fat, very fluffy-wuffy tail
Had turned out so very, very yukky

Oh! There he is at last, at last
With a look of sticky glee
With his funny, now flat face he’d pushed
Through the bubbles he’d broken
Broken and pushed
Found his way to the side
And climbed out onto bestest friend Louie

Yikkity Yikkity Yuk Yuk Yuk
And now they’re both waddling like a duck

© 2013 – current Liana Wendy Howarth