Posted in Christianity, Inspiration, Loss, Photography, The Beauty of Creation, Trials & Blessings

The Unfulfilled Rose – Sadness as Blossoms Fall and Lie in Falling Tears

A little something I wrote six years ago:-

Shattered in the Rain Over the last week or so, I have been peering out of our bay window on waking, to see my beautiful ‘English Rose’ blossoming before my very eyes and being in awe, once again, of the perfect work of my Lord and Saviour. This is one of two David Austin roses that I recently bought and I was so excited to see the finished rose.

Shattered in the Rain 2We’ve been having soft; but steady rain for quite a while now and the rose continued to break forth and grasp as much sunlight as possible.

Shattered in the Rain 3Words cannot describe this gorgeous bloom laced with scent from heaven.

Shattered in the Rain 4Sadly, the rain was bruising the underside (sorry I’m not technical in botanical terms).

Shattered in the Rain 5But each morning brought with it another stunning image.

Shattered in the Rain 6Really starting to open up now. I’m in love.

Shattered in the Rain 7So many petals on one sweet flower and the colour, divine.

Shattered in the Rain 8But the rain was taking its toll on the dear, little one.

Shattered in the Rain 9And this morning I awoke to a broken sight.

Shattered in the Rain 10My heart broke. Perfection, beauty lay fallen upon the ground.

Shattered in the Rain 11The creaminess had become a soft shade of lemon. Crushed. Compacted in pain.

Shattered in the Rain 13This is all that remains. Remnants of torn petals for which I feel much sadness and yes, guilt.

Shattered in the Rain 14For you see, a few days ago, I took the damaged petals from the rose. I had to tear them off. I feel that I have in some way contributed to the rose’s demise. It was unable to hold all of heaven’s tears and unable to take it any longer, it just gave up and surrendered to what it knew it couldn’t control.

I had even written a poem :-

“Such a silly thing I did today

I tried to take imperfection away

I prayed the Lord, He wouldn’t take

The beauty of the rose at stake”

But by tearing away what I thought was something that was marring its beauty, was in reality actually holding it’s very existence together.

Yes, I know there will be some of you that think I am totally exaggerating; but I see amazing stories and spiritual truths in God’s creation and being able to capture them with the camera is a blessing.

We grow stronger with our trials. With pain. With tears. With anything that makes us feel like we can’t go on.

Jesus is the only One who can hold us together.

Tearing Him from our lives is devastating.

Maybe not now.

But one day.

God bless all who read this.

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

In the Midst of It All – When Trials Threaten to Overwhelm


In the midst of it all
Through fiery trials and more
I could not go alone
Your soft, scarred hand
Leads me gently home to shore

In the midst of it all
You are there with me
I need not ask for deliverance
But only to feel and know
That my Saviour I might see

In the midst of it all
As painful as it may be
Oh! Lord remember me
Your Son has been before
I bow on bended knee

In the midst of it all
I will not completely fall
He walks beside me still
Whispers only “Be still”
Jesus my All-in-All

© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

Posted in Christianity, Inspiration

Sparkle in Darkness

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Are you feeling weary?
Are you wondering how you will keep going with
all that needs to be done?

Sometimes we just need to stop.

 We need to re-align ourselves with the peace and
stillness of God’s word.

He has gifted each and every one of us with precious talents.
Some are beautifully shared.
Others are hidden, just waiting to emerge into the glorious light.
But when we are overwhelmed and trying to bring everything to everyone all at once, sometimes
things can unravel and drain our joy.

To stay radiating in the abundance of sharing, take the time to realize that all He has given
us is perfect just the way it is.
It’s ready to encourage and comfort and bring hope.
It may need bringing together; but the harmony is already infused.
We just need to breathe our beautiful fragrance upon it and scatter
it to the wind.

The Lord will allow it to land exactly where He wills.
Where there is a perfect need. At just the perfect time.

“You are a treasure that sparkles midst so much darkness; but just remember there is only so much sparkle that a gem can release with constant handling before that sparkle grows dim and needs to be tenderly cared for to bring that brilliance back.”

© 2014 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

Posted in Christianity, Hope, Inspiration, Poems

A Chorus of Heaven’s Love

Star Flower

Can you see the bars ‘cross heaven
Where the starry notes are laid
Each little sound, so reminiscent
Creation’s song which He first made

Flickering starlights, melodies pure
Reach eyes forth and discover His Word
Only in the darkest hour
Chorus seen, sight unheard

Some of us … in the deepest night
Some … in the light of day
Only those who pass through the grey, will
Forever see the love of His way

© 2013 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

Posted in Inspiration, Love, Photography

Rose Petal Friends

Rose Petal Friends

Friends are like petals upon a rose.

Some are distant from your heart. You see them rarely. You have little communication. Still, you are connected.

Some lean towards you. You catch up now and then. You communicate a little. Just like old times.

Others are closer to your heart. You see them often. You can tell them most things. You have fond memories.

And then there are those who are so very close to your heart that you feel you couldn’t live without them. You see them always. You can tell them anything and you do. You feel safe in their presence. You know when they are hurting.

Friends are like petals upon a rose – they form precious layers. They support you. They are a part of you.

And the fragrance from your life is spread evenly across those friendships. Just the right amount.

Like the rose, not every petal is always perfect, something you must remember; but together they form layer, upon layer, upon layer of beautiful completeness.



Posted in Christianity, Love, Songs, The Beauty of Creation

THE WINGS OF THE MORNING (Song Lyrics Based on Psalm 139)

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Searching my heart, You know me
Whether I go or stay
My path, You forever surround me
And know all about my way

No words are hidden from You
Thy hand is upon me
And I cannot fathom this great love
Oh! How lo-ved can I be!

Silently taking the wings of the morning
Riding upon sweet waves of grace given me
Nowhere to run or to hide from Your presence
Not even in the deepest depths of the sea

Ah! Where can I flee to
Shall I even try, ’cause
Even unto heaven You’ll find me
Or in the pit with its flaws

Forever You are with me
Your right hand it holds
The darkness of night will not cover
Into dark Your light, it folds

Silently taking the wings of the morning
Riding upon sweet waves of grace given me
Nowhere to run or to hide from Your presence
Not even in the deepest depths of the sea

My emotions are laid bare
And in my mother’s womb
I was beautifully formed and loved
On my Maker’s perfect loom

More in number than the sand
Your precious thoughts of me
If I’m awake or sleeping soundly
My enemies have to flee

Silently taking the wings of the morning
Riding upon sweet waves of grace given me
Nowhere to run or to hide from Your presence
Not even in the deepest depths of the sea

Please search me and know my heart
Cleanse out impurity
Lead me in the way everlasting
May this be my surety

Oh! On the wings of a brand new day
Heaven’s breath showing me His way

Oh! On the beautiful morning wings
His love in my heart, here to stay

© 2015 Liana Wendy Howarth

Psalm 139 KJV
1 O Lord, Thou hast searched me, and known me.
2 Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, Thou understandest my thought afar off.
3 Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways.
4 For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O Lord, Thou knowest it altogether.
5 Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid Thine hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it.
7 Whither shall I go from Thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from Thy presence?
8 If I ascend up into heaven, Thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, Thou art there.
9 If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
10 Even there shall Thy hand lead me, and Thy right hand shall hold me.
11 If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me.
12 Yea, the darkness hideth not from Thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to Thee.
13 For thou hast possessed my reins: Thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb.
14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are Thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
15 My substance was not hid from Thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
16 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.
17 How precious also are Thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!
18 If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with Thee.
19 Surely Thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloody men.
20 For they speak against Thee wickedly, and Thine enemies take Thy name in vain.
21 Do not I hate them, O Lord, that hate Thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against Thee?
22 I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.
23 Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts:
24 And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.

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Finally, the Rose has Bloomed

Deep beneath the wintery clay
On that fine, perfect winter’s day
Lay dormant as a field mouse lay
Upon pure earth, a bloom to stay

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The sun rose early that blustery day
And melted the spotless cover away
And deep within the month of May
This little bloom had lost its way

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But the dear, blessed Son on it did lay
Upon its heart, He showed the way
And up from the darkest, darkest bay
Of softened comfort, the bloom saw day

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Glorious hews of colour now had their say
As scented fragrance filled brand new day
And petals of the prettiest sunlit ray
Upon my tear-stained heart did lay

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No longer held in darkness of way
No longer hid behind masks of clay
No longer unable to say or pray
I’m His treasured rose and I’m here to stay

© 2013 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

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