The reflection of heaven’s rose garden
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
Far, far away I hear You calling
Around the mountain, so far away
I need You so badly, help me to listen
And place my feet back on the chosen way
Things are happening and many are hurting
Heavenly rain feels like it’s falling as hail
To You and You only, my praises are given
I’m feeling the pressure of each hammered nail
I cherish the thoughts that bring tears to my eyes
Sending streams of soft tears down saddened face
A song, some notes, a bagpipe is playing
That beautiful hymn, “Amazing Grace”
And then another plays and I’m back in time
The tears fall into a bottomless hole
A hole that can only be filled by knowing
Knowing and hearing “It Is Well With My Soul”
© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth
Sending this beautiful bouquet of roses to anyone out there hurting.
Anyone feeling there is no hope.
Anyone in need of a friend.
Anyone who has lost everything they own.
Anyone who has unwell loved ones.
Anyone who has lost a loved one.
Anyone needing comfort.
Anyone needing support.
Anyone who has forgotten how to smile.
Anyone needing direction.
Anyone needing beauty in their life.
Anyone who has lost a dear pet.
Anyone with a sick child.
Anyone with a sick parent.
Anyone not coping.
I’m thinking of you.
I’m praying for you.
Please accept this bouquet of our Heavenly Father’s love.
© 2013 – present Liana Wendy Howarth
Each 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”)