All Over Again

Redwoods edited for blog 2013

I thought we had bid farewell
instead, while sweeping
under one of our rugs
its existence glowed
like an October prank
My sanity experienced
an immediate tug

The spirits of my shoulders
dropped with great speed
and the weight of their tears
caused my heart to sink
into a dark abyss
with rejuvenated fears

I remember being thrilled
with its absence
dancing through my days
now I look at my reflection
in the mirror and see traces
of a familiar, emotional maze

The need to blame
is so very strong
I know it’s not right
but I long for someone
to offer their hand,
catch my pleading words
as they roll from my lips
and for a face with kind eyes
to tell me this is just
a vivid nightmare,
not a rewritten script

Repeatedly, I reach for strength,
at times, feeling my fingers slipping
As I kneel, with folded hands,
my heart begs for another error
I silently pray for this presence
to stop haunting our days
and for a beautiful soul to be spared

Lauren Scott © 2013

Cuddles’ Courageous Journey into Granbee Land (re-post)

(I pulled this from the archives; thought it would be fun to share for a Monday!)

Cuddles trotted and prodded down the slippery slope
Rain dropped in droves; her wiggly legs could hardly cope
She terribly missed her Mama and Papa so
Poor Cuddles muddled in the muddy yuck all alone

Cuddles needed critters to brighten her droopy mood
She shivered and quivered and needed some food
It wasn’t like her to constantly brood
but where was Mama and Papa, she crooned

They wouldn’t leave her by her lonesome
They’d make sure she’s protected and then some
Cuddles prayed, off and on, for friendly critters to come
Critter drifters to frolic with, so not to think of Pa and Mum

Cuddles thought of the One and how He guided her along
With the One silently beside her, though wobbly, she’d be strong
but, Cuddles had flutter butterflies in her tummy,
thinking things was wrong

‘cuz Mama and Papa was gone,
and suddenly, funny thing, she heard a song

“Hark, I hear jolly sounds,” Cuddles thought, “I hear happy hums!”
Cuddles stopped in her mucky tracks
and wondered where those hums came from

“Now they’re getting closer,” thought Cuddles, in her mind
“Oh, I do hope they’re just like my kind!”

Her paws didn’t budge, no, dare her not
Then just around the bend, a motion she done caught…

(Cuddles meets up with Granbee’s critters, http://granbee.wordpress.com,
and her journey surprises even herself,
as she continues her courageous search for Mama & Papa…
she may reunite with them again,
or she’ll mourn and grieve for some time,
then she’ll still believe in the One to take care of herself
with her new critter friends
.)

Granbee hasn’t blogged for awhile,
but you can still visit her and read her delightful
Critter journey from the past.

(Original post 5/6/2012)

I hope you enjoyed and have a Marvelous Monday! ♥

Out of Our Hands

Beautiful Blooms June 2011 006

Life’s events
stun and surprise us
some lovely and wonderful
others filled with sadness

Though we search and try
with all of our might
questions remain
with no answers in sight

So we cast our burdens
Let Him carry us through
for only He knows best
in everything we do

We watch our worries
fall to the floor
and feel freedom at last
with no thoughts at war

Our minds are at ease now
a breath of fresh air
Moving forward again
In our pocket, a prayer

 Lauren Scott © 2013

Early Easter Wishes!

I’ve always loved this beautiful Irish Blessing below
and this photo brings back many fun Easter memories.

kids 3

“May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields,
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand”

Wishing you all a very Happy and Blessed Easter!

Photo © LScott 1996