The Rosebud...

Vintage Ad by Graphics Fairy

A perfect little rosebud

given by a friend,

To let me know he thinks of me

warm wishes does he send.

A perfect little rosebud

so delicate and small,

to remind me of the beauty

Our Lord provides for all.

A perfect little rosebud

it's message full of love,

Blessed is the friendship

arranged from up above.

Thank God for little rosebuds

and for dear friends too,

How lovely would life's garden be,

if it had more 'Buds' like you!

Lindy P.

God's Gift...

Vintage Postcard

Bless this young woman, Lord

guide her with Your love.

Have Your faithful angels

watch her from above.

Trusting her with His little one,

For God makes no mistakes,

He finds a woman, filled with love,

A Mother,
 He then makes.

How touching it will be that day,

when I get to see,

my Godchild hold her baby,

a Mother,
 just like me.

A baby is a gift from God,

A miracle,

not like any other.

Handpicked by Him,
 for her to guide,

A child to call her,

"Mother."

Dedicated to my niece, Erin and her beautiful daughter, Evelyn.

French Postcard reads:   "If her pink mouth at your young ear

                                                whispers soft words, like a kiss
                                               listen intently, this is the moment.
                                               If you don't, they might fly away.

                                                You are most loved!"                                         

                                             

Media Art by Lindy

Nonnie...

If I should live to be an old woman,

I want to be like Nonnie.

When I think of her,

I think of her hands.

Her beautiful 103 year old, hands.

I think of the children's faces she touched,

the meals she prepared,

the exquisite doilies

 and other needlework she made

for the people she loved.

I think of her sitting on her couch

with her rosary in her hands,

her eyes closed,

praying for all those

dear to her.

When I am old, my wish is

that the people I have loved in my life

will have known it…

felt it…

as I still feel Nonnie's love…

and hopefully,

one day,

 when God calls me home to Him,

my loved ones will say,

as I said of Nonnie,

"Oh! How she loved us!"

Lindy 

Pussy Willows for Gram...

Media Art by Lindy

A tender story, I was told

about a woman

who was getting old.

Her love for pussy willows

very much alive,

a bush, she planted

by Gramp's hive.

"Go get me some,"

she did say,

to her Grandson,

now, too big to play.

Although he looked,

he could not find,

and wondered if

it was Gram's mind.

Again, he searched,

this time, he had to smile…

for his Gram, was NOT senile!

How her Grandson

was surprised to see

the bush Gram planted

was now a tree!

He got a ladder

and picked a few

presenting his Gram with a bouquet,

saying,

"I love you!"

Lindy P.

Beware The Temptress...

Painting by Andrew Atroshenko

Beware...

She will seduce you,

for she is a passionate one!

Before you know it

you will be under her spell...

seductively, swaying your hips

as you follow her rhythm.

She will leave you breathless...

yet, begging for more!

Who is this Temptress

who is so able

to arouse your senses?

MUSIC,

is her name.

Lindy P.

Mary's Garden

(Painting by Edmund Blair Leighton)

She sits in Mary's garden

Reflecting on her day,

Our Blessed Mother smiles at her,

and makes her want to stay.

Such a friend she has become

Her love is always there,

all the woman has to do

is sit and share a prayer.

With her rosary in her fingers,

the day begins to shed it's light,

the woman bids Adieu and

returns the following night.

Bless this woman, Sweet Mary,

with you, we shall not fear,

For this woman who prays to you...

is my Sister, dear!

Lindy P.

Dedicated to my sister, Laurie with love.

My Little Sanctuary....

When I need some time alone

there's a quiet place I hide.

In my little sanctuary,

with Jesus at my side.

A pretty little place it is,

not quite like any other,

with images of Saint Therese,

and Our Blessed Mother.

Someplace where I can meditate

and talk to God above,

a place where I can pray for

all the people that I love.

Although this place is in my mind,

for me, it's very real.

A little place to call my own...

when it's time to kneel.

Lindy P.

The Arms of Abba

Come sit in the arms of Abba,

I have room for the whole Human Race.

You'll find comfort with Me, my children,

as I gently caress your face.

Some people say I'm condemning

with this I do not agree,

Teach your children that when they have problems,

they can come and sit on my knee.

Come sit in the arms of Abba

There is nothing for you to fear,

whisper your dreams and desires

and I promise that I shall hear.

So, climb up into the arms of Abba

It's with Me that you'll find your rest

For I am your God, and I love you,

After all...

your Father knows best!

By Lindy P.

A poem entitled 'The Dance'

He wakes me in the night.

Whispering in my ear,

from then on...

nothing is the same.

The Lover I've dreamed of

is right here with me...

has ALWAYS been here.

A passionate love affair begins,

making me feel lightheaded and alive!

The Lover shows glimpses of Himself

in everything and everyone I meet.

Yet, others are not aware,

that He is deep within them...

loving me.

The Lover and I dance...

He holds me close

as music rings in my ears

and I am safe,

knowing that I will always be His.

Ah! Dancing with the Holy Spirit!

Lindy P.

Love's Rose

Embrace Me wholeheartedly,

and I will show you

that you do not lack.

You will grow in My light,

and blossom into a beautiful flower,

cultivated by Me.

You will be...

My little Rose!

I wrote this very early one morning after praying and the words, "Embrace ME wholeheartedly," came to my mind.I love when the Holy Spirit whispers in my ear! I used to keep a pencil and paper near my bed, so I could jot down things or dreams so I could remember them when I woke up. I really need to start doing that again!
When has the Holy Spirit whispered in YOUR ear...and what did He say??

"The Chickadee"...

Tell me little Chickadee

perched upon my tree,

Do you sing for yourself,

or do you sing for me?

Wearing your tuxedo

looking oh, so smart,

how your sweet melody

warms my little heart!

Sing little Chickadee

each and everyday,

in the long months of Winter,

and in the sunny days of May!

Yes, sing my little friend,

it matters not for who,

for when I hear your little song,

my day shall not be blue!

By Lindy P.

God's Gentle Light....

Sharing The Light

What is this gentle light

that shines within my life?

Gently illuminating

like a child’s night light,

Comforting me.

I hear His voice

whispering in the night…

sharing His truth,

reminding me of something that

I already know to be true…

that I am His daughter!

I am perfection in His eyes,

created by Him, in His image.

I am this very light…

His light!

My only purpose is to shine!

Lindy P.

A Shrine and a Poem...

Altoid Tin Art by Lindy

Her Little Way

The path I walk is my own,

Yet, I am not alone.

Beside me is my little friend,

encouraging me along.

She knows that I too,

am little and weak.

She tells me that I must ask

my Heavenly Father

to scoop me up in His arms

as any father would

when his daughter is tired or confused.

she assures me that it gives Him great pleasure

to carry me in His arms.

All I have to do

is ASK!

but for now, I am content

walking with my dear friend,

learning her little way

and taking time to smell the roses

she has once again

let shower upon me!