www.awildcanary.com
August 2010

Hosted by
Father Patrick A. Martin
 

Light, fluffy, marshmallow dreams,

Floating on top of a blue background,

A mixture of laughter, songs and sunshine.

 

Intense, passion-filled rainbow dreams,

Hopes hidden in the deep recesses of the heart,

Softly whispered in silent wishful prayers.

 

Sugar coated dreams that seem perfect,

The answer to all sorts of prayers,

With a seductive shell, concealing a torment of tears.

 

Forgotten and abandoned dreams,

Drifting aimlessly along,

Hoping someone will claim them.

 

Bumper car dreams, determined to win,

Racing blindly through busy intersections,

Filled with false pride, intent on being first.

 

Heavy dreams, overflowing with desperation,

Sinking from the weight of worry,

Falling into the path of an oncoming freight train.

 

Shattered dreams with shards slicing the heart,

Bringing storm clouds and drenching sorrow,

Thundering dreams into nightmares.

 

As the gusting winds of depression howl,

The balloon string holding the dreams snaps,

Hurling them into the eye of the storm.

 

Doubt and panic scatter dreams in all directions,

Crashing into each other in the darkness of despair,

Broken hearts raining down angry, flaming arrows.

 

In the confusion, the evil one reaches out,

Pretending to give comfort and consolation,

Seducing dreams with his spinning roulette wheel.

 

Flying on the wings of God's grace,

Angels protect the small and the sacred,

Huddling together in circles of prayer.

 

Flickering lightning bolts of clarity,

Pierce the steel walls of self-pity,

Bringing a reminder of God's unconditional love.

 

The sun gently streams in,

Pushing the storm clouds aside,

The dreams rise up from the ashes.

 

Transformed by their struggles,

Glowing with an inner radiance,

Becoming the dreams they were meant to be.

 

Wakened by the sound of a clamoring bell,

Throwing back the sheets of the dark storm,

We rise, ready to follow where our dreams take us.

            Jacqueline Newport

                               
 
 
 
The new day shouts, it has begun
with liquid rays of Heaven’s sun,
Sunflowers on thick sturdy stems
raise golden faces drinking in,
life giving warmth
a gift from Him.

Atop the hill all gayly showing
Black Eyed Susans, Goldenrod all glowing,
along the roads for all to see
Queen Annes’ Lace and Chicory,
Dwarf Daisies clumping here and there
tempting all to stop and stare.

Soft breezes comb the Willow’s tresses
Poplars, their whispering caresses,
ears and eyes attuned to God’s Creation
each blink a new and fresh sensation,
His creatures scurry, their day to fill
with living and to do His Will.

The crickets sing their evening song
the sun sinks low and bids ‘so long,’
then one by one the stars awake
their places in the heavens take,
nestle in the velvet of the sky
the night has fallen with a sigh.

The cares and worries of the day
retreat and peace comes in to stay,
with thanks and praise within my heart
for all His gifts, I then depart,
to the land of dreams to be refreshed
so tomorrow, in hope, can be addressed.

 

              Margaret Rose Larrivee

 
F A N T A S T I C !
By special request of Father Pat, our Poetry page will be forevermore
dedicated to our dear friend and poet laureate
Mary Lewe Cameron
1923 ~ 2006
Queen of Peace
Words by Mary Lewe Cameron —
Music by Mary Lou Geyer
Performed by the Queen of Peace Choir
"A song for our own Queen of Peace Parish, Hamilton, Ohio
"
 
 
Music: Queen of Peace
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