Posted in daydreaming

Silent Sunday

fields of bright daisies

if you should find yourself complaining
and discontent
go out into fields of happy flowers
and see how they follow the sun
see how their faces glow at midday
like sun worshipers
dancing in the gentle breeze
and let blessings fall
like blossoms all around you  #Rumi
in gratitude
kneel on the soft ground and be thankful
for you are wonderfully made
He who has placed His favor on you
and gives you new mercies everyday…..

©AllysoAlly2018

Posted in heaven

Heaven touched Earth

“May all the Angels be your sheltering and joyful guardians.”― John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

golden orb

Heaven touched Earth with mystical light,
standing in the gap,
I beheld ethereal sights.

Between here and eternity,
God is glorified,
by transcendent beings
whose love is amplified!

Celestial
messengers,
encompassed by light,
golden orbs of worship
praising
day and night!

Within mindfulness their comfort and their form,
return equilibrium,
and hold me through each storm.

In joy and sorrow,
they succor me when I weep
guardians of miracles,
guide me in my sleep…..

©AllysoAlly2018

 

Posted in Thinking out loud

Calling all Earthlings

The planet does not need more successful people. The planet desperately needs more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers and lovers of all kinds.
-Dalai Lama”

frog pixabay

Let’s shout it on the mountain top,
tell it to the wind,
call the flowers to dance with us,
e’er our light be dimmed…

We’ll be the peacemakers,
with mercy as our guide,
speaking in streams of kindness,
going against the tide..

Calling all Earthlings,
let’s restore broken lives,
in loving one another,
Earth may survive!

image courtesy of Pixabay

©AllysoAlly2018

Posted in prayer

Lost in my own reflection…

“Knock, And He’ll open the door
Vanish, And He’ll make you shine like the sun
Fall, And He’ll raise you to the heavens
Become nothing, And He’ll turn you into everything.”
― Jalal Ad-Din Rum

love lights the world

I got lost in my own reflection,
and fell behind in my admiration of You.

You who endured my delirium,
read between my lines,
felt my heartache,
breathed for me when I could not,
suffered my silence,
understood my ranting,
brought calm to my chaos,
dressed my wounds,
comforted me in affliction,
sensed my introspection,
and brought me back from the brink of suffocation.

You who were an anchor when I could hold on no more,
found me when I was lost.
You considered me worthy,
clothed me with loving kindness,
illuminated my darkness,
and transformed my pain into radiance.

It is in Your light that I live and move and have my being….

©AllysoALly2018

Posted in story of me

Lost in the City

I’m writing a Memoir to my son….this is an excerpt…

merciless city

It was a Friday,
just one week after my son’s passing,
and we were unable to find
the Master of the High Court,
the purveyor of closure.
Ghastly paperwork was needed.
to untangle
some of
the nightmare we were living..

I found myself standing outside a trendy Coffee Shop,
somewhere in the City,
in the blazing hot sun,
bedraggled,
afraid of a future without my youngest son,
trying to fathom out where I was
and how I got there.

Right in front of me,
sitting at the alfresco Coffee Bar
were about a dozen young guys,
drinking coffee and laughing,
living life the way it is supposed to be lived…

and this was me, a broken-hearted Mother,
whose son had just died,
reeling,
spinning out of control,
hardly able to keep it together,
sobbing in the street,
tears gushing forth unashamedly,
my grief too severe to care who was watching!

In that moment
all I wanted was to shout out,
“I just lost my son, and there you are, carrying on like nothing happened,
shouldn’t the World have stopped moving,
fallen off its axis,
or at the very least been a little gentler with me today?”
What would they have thought,
would they have taken a moment
to care?
Or was this just another day in the City,
a desperate woman
ranting in the hot sun,
being hooted at by passing traffic!

A City where suffering lurks on every corner,
sometimes wrapped up in a bottle of booze.

The Staff at the Coffee Shop asked my eldest son what was wrong,
and he told them about his brother.
I saw their eyes fill with intense pity
and it washed over me like a channeled kind of healing.
It was a knowing,
that somehow they understood.
There were no words,
no condolences,
just a silent gesture
a wave to sit down
and drink my coffee,
all would be okay…

©AllysoAlly2018