Tag Archives: Peace

The Retreat…Peace and Serenity

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Each morning I am greeted by the beautiful sights and sounds of my delightful surroundings.

The Retreat.

God bless.

Peace and Serenity.

 

Maloquacious © 2017

 

My “Happy Tree”

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Life is wonderful, indeed; ’tis fantastic fun;
Glorious, cheery blessings…yes, for everyone.

Indoor, my cup, O Lord, it runneth over
Gushing with Your loving grace and power.

So, there I go, outdoor, and in the garden
I plant my happy “Happy Tree” – Amen!

This tree I have, for all to see,
I call it mine, the “Happy Tree”.

And on its branches twining,
I hang my blessings swirling, twirling.

The love that dwells inside my heart,
I drape around the tree, to start.

Countless “thank You’s” from my mind
Around the boughs I gently wind.

Like bright, shiny tinsel strands
My eyes place rainbow beauty bands.

The good I hear, and wise advice,
I display with pride, my bumper prize.

I feel a feel, a blissful feel
About my tree, my “Happy Tree”.

Life’s all about love, light and joy,
Peace, contentment, for us to enjoy.

So, thank You, Lord, I wish to express..
Deep gratitude for all You bless!

Maloquacious © 2016

Whispers of the heart

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Sit a while, my friend. And, listen.

Give ear to the silence. It is deafening.

It shouts out.

Close your eyes.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Let go of the stress.

Think of a sweet image.

A scene, so serene,

Soothing, calming,

Caressing, embracing.

Perceive the warmth,

And the gentle feel of…

Fairy dust,

Angel sparkle.

A caring cuddle,

A big, bear snuggle.

Take to heart, and appreciate…

The LOVE that blooms,

And the PEACE which rules.

So…

Let go of the stress,

Toss out all distress.

Remember!

Ne’er despair..

Of His loving care.

For He is always there..

In silence, be still…and listen…to Him.

 

Maloquacious © 2016

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

My every bit of Paradise!

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O let me rest my weary self,

Beneath the gently swaying boughs;

I lay my head down ‘pon the ground,

Lost, my body aches to find that peace.

That elusive peace; the calmness; the serenity;

O thoughts, confused; jumbled; incoherent.

But, hush now, I hear the rustle of the leaves,

Or….wait! Ah, yes, ’tis an angel I sense.

Its wings whisper to me, restful, comforting words;

Thoughts of love and light embrace my very being..

O what ecstasy! The utter delight, the joy I feel,

Yes, this courtyard, this peaceful haven – my every bit of Paradise!

 

Maloquacious © 2015

 

 

O Willow Tree Weep NOT For Me

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Weep not for me, O Willow Tree, ‘tis you I do implore,

Weep for those unblessed world regions, where humanity is no more.

Where, in senseless wars, horrifically, brothers execute brothers,

And elsewhere, yes, unbelievably, crazed brothers slay their sisters.

Where, also, so ashamedly, there is no tolerance, no patience, no compassion,

Only pride, arrogance, sanctimony, hypocrisy – Oh, Sanity, what happened to loving passion?

Families, countless, shattered; their dwellings, annihilated,

Womenfolk savagely tortured, battered and violated.

Weep on, O Willow Tree, for those innocent babes, yet to be born,

What? Aghast! Is the ‘Charter of  Human Rights’, all ripped and torn?

Sense the anguish, O Willow Tree, of screeching wails and deafening shrieks,

Note the poverty, the helplessness, the filth and dreaded disease.

O Willow Tree, you bow and weep, while the feeble try to sleep,

With depressed, rugged faces, their spirits scarred so deep.

Young and old alike, all crave a warm, safe embrace; a gentle, kindly smile,

Peace is what they pine for; security, utmost, they yearn for – Oh, Mercy, do end this tormenting trial!

Hence, once again, I do implore thee…

O Willow Tree, weep NOT for me.

Just look at the world – its chaos, turmoil, havoc and cruelty,

O Willow Tree, can’t you see? The world – itself – it weeps for me and thee.

 

Maloquacious © 2014

 

Beneath the tree I sit…

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A new wind blows.

Direction shown.

Guidance given.

Hand firmly clasped.

Strength.

Reassurance.

The breeze brings relief,

Ah, so refreshing.

Contentment.

Fulfilment.

Peace.

Beneath the tree I sit…

In silence.

With eyes shut,

Meditating.

Taking in the shower of blessings galore.

…Thank You, Lord, for all this and more!

Maloquacious © 2013

I share this rose with you

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I Share This Rose With You

With you, my friend, I’d like to share this rose

So pink, so fresh, so pretty it grows.

Reminds me of thoughts so gentle and bright

That all seems perfect and just so right.

It reminds me of harmony, peace and joy

The gentle smile of a baby boy.

The giggles shy of a little girl

Her lashes hidden behind that curl.

I smell the crisp starch of clothes on the line

Fluttering in the morning breeze so fine.

I see a kindly wrinkled face, with a grin so wide,

Old age is wise, tolerant and, aye, an experienced guide.

I clasp the rose, so pink, so fresh, with buds all four

Awaiting to open, to unfold in God’s time, they wait at His door.

So just like these buds I too shall wait

For His blessings to unfold, because lovingly, He does state…

“Trust in My timing for My timing is perfect. Just let Me do My job!”

Maloquacious © 2013

The Path Down To The Beach

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The sandy path winds its way between palms so lush. These towering trees sway in the sand s of time. Seconds pass by.

Each moment, every experience creates a memory. Such are treasured memories made. Spend time relaxing, enjoy the thrill of each new day.

I watch clouds float gently by while birds soar gleefully in the gleaming sunshine. The sand shimmers in the sunlight and feels warm to the soles of my feet.

The palm trees whisper a soft welcome as I finally reach the sea.

Ooh! The waters are cool. Refreshingly cool. I wade knee deep. What a delight! The surf splashes about me and I spend time, savouring the experience. Carefree. Lazing. Enjoying. Basking in the moment. Lost in time.

The waters swirl around my ankles. Now and again a bit of seaweed entwines itself between my toes.

I hear the merry noises of children playing nearby. I see a few folk reading beneath the shade of the palms, engrossed in an enchanting world of their own. Here and there, bathers lay on towels eager to catch a beautiful bronze sun tan.

Toddlers play with sand, clasping spades and filling colourful buckets with the shiny granules. Shrieks of delight and giggles as youngsters excitedly splash water on each other. What a joyful sight!

Tall tumblers of fruit punch accepted eagerly by the beach-goers, as they cool themselves off. Deckchairs polka-dot the beach and a razzmatazz of psychedlic sun umbrellas stand prominantly along the shore.

I too sit on the sand. Pensive in thought. How peaceful the scene.. How serene my mind!

I am grateful for the blessing of the beach. I love the sight of the sea! And the restful sound of the gentle roll of the tide.

Enjoy..

Maloquacious © 2013

Angry birds?

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Good morning!

I am out and about among the flowers and trees, the warbling birds and the buzzing bees. With a hop, a skip and a jump—plus a wee stretch of warming up exercises—I begin my daily walk.

Joggers, pink and white, feel light upon my feet. I take in the crisp, cool air; a gentle spring at every step. Briskly, I stride, resolute and firm, and with a cheery smile, I’m on my way. Treading carefully on the kerb, I cross the road and enter the park. Read the rest of this entry