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When the soul speaks, the heart listens

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“The most painful tears are not the ones that fall from your eyes and cover your face. It’s the ones that fall from your heart and cover your soul.” ~ Author Unknown

When you are unable to open a new jar of jam. And you burst into tears. That’s okay.

When that beautiful bone china teacup slips from your hand and shatters into smithereens. And those tears pop up again. That’s okay.

When someone you wholeheartedly trust, wickedly betrays you. And you sob, bitterly, the tears just gushing out. That is, also, perfectly okay.

When, one day, feeling totally distraught, you happen to find yourself, all alone. And having to bear new responsibilities, both financially and emotionally, single-handedly – raising children, guiding them, advising them, being their rock – then weep if you must, but hang in there, tight.

Cry, oh, do cry! Oodles and oodles. Let the tears just flow. They are a part of the healing process.

Most importantly, tears are a language only God understands. He has heard the silent screams of your heart and soul. Indeed, you are not alone for He comprehends and, He is there beside you…always is and always will be.

Therefore, no matter what, do not despair!

For, once the tears have dried, and your vision is crystal clear, look above you. There’s that wonderful rainbow, beaming bright and cheerily, in all its glory. Yes! Just as He promised.

So, persevere and have faith. Keep that hope going strong. And… Trust in His timing, for His timing is perfect. Just let Him do His job!

And, believe me, do, when I tell you all this – for, I too, have been down that road. Yes, with my big bagful of tears. But I waited, though, I must confess, a wee bit impatiently, for that promised rainbow.

Today, with His grace, I stand before you, a much better, stronger, wiser, tolerant, and a more loving and compassionate human being.

So…

When the soul speaks, the heart listens. Keep peace in your soul, love in your heart and grace on your lips.

Love and Light. God bless.

 

Maloquacious © 2016

October, shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

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Courtesy of S.Q

Courtesy of S.Q

A long, long time ago, Year had twelve little ‘uns,

January, February, March, April and May,

June, July, August, September and October…phew!

November, and finally, thank goodness, the last, December.

Now each one, Momma trained them well,

With patience, wisdom and a deep understanding.

Each babe/month, portrayed, a character unique,

Personalites, they differed in features and traits.

Some months were gentle, a few, blooming, and a couple, wee frosty,

But one was a rebel, wreaking havoc and chaos, such turmoil!

Aye, that would be October…yes, the naughty little imp!

Because every time he’d say “Fall!”, the leaves all shook.

Trembling……they’d change from greens to bronzes, russets and yellow,

Ochres, maroons, mustards and browns.

In cahoots with Gusty he was, that gutsy, strong wind,

Together, they’d whizz and whistle through branches and bowers.

Causing leaves to swirl and twirl, all frantic, in endless frenzy,

Zipping here, swishing there, forming teeny-weeny tornadoes.

Yet harmless and friendly, was the duo—Gusty and ‘Tober,

Declaring, “We just want a little fun!”

And so it’s true, it really is…

You only need to look around and see…

That although they act in such a manner,

The colourful beauty created is truly enchanting—and oh-so magical!

Maloquacious © 2013