Part I
In my heart, you have been for so long,
Through letters we have joined our holy song,
And my dear your words sing in calligraphy,
But can no longer write at one hundred and three.......
And my love for you is a holy space,
In a shining blue ocean,
Wise Centenarian face,
That holds your living breath,
As we pray to Thee,
I tell her that "God is waiting for you and me".............
I think of her ~
And a dove delivers a prayer,
I write music and poetry for her,
As her mind is still aware and
She knows the truth,
As she welcomes old age,
Bright as a light I prepare,
To say goodbye,
With love, grace and care. ............
Gracefully she lay nearly one hundred and three,
God-mother looked after me as a baby,
My dear brother died of Leukemia at the age of two,
And she held me with love,
My grandmother too,
A baby just born,
I remember her arms,
Soft and warm,
Angelic guards,
On a red velvet rocker,
She bonded with me,
And christened in a church dressed in
White satin 'n lace,
As my God-Mother looks into my tiny little face.......
Each day, she awaits her return,
To heavens peace and once she said to me~:
"I keep wondering why I keep waking up here!!"
Humorously ~ and I tell her that Gods plan,
Will save us all,
And in heaven we will be,
In union and as one forevermore........
We thank the Lord,
And breathe and ancient prayer.
God-Mother rocks on her rocking chair ~
Priest by her side in a God-daughters prayer..............
Written and thought of by Janene Maree Richardson c 19/01/2013
God-Mother
Part II
Time moves on and now she is free,
Only a day has has passed,
Delivered by an Angel who carried her to to be,
With her God at last,
And the blessed virgin Mary,
My holy God-mother ~ she,
Died peacefully in her sleep,
At the age of just over,
One Hundred and three,
I try not to weep,
For she has moved on,
And now lisening to Heavens Song.............
I love you dear God-Mother,
As my face wets with tears,
So many memories in the last fifty hears,
I sit on my red velevet rocking chair,
God caresses a holy song,
I pray for her soul,
To be carried by God,
Strong fit and whole......
I will miss you my dear,
Our chats on the phone,
We lived on different sides,
Of the vast ocean zone,
Though not even the great oceans,
Could separate you and me,
The letters kept coming,
Year afer year,.........
And not a year went by,
Sacred words in letters we shared,
We live in different counries,
And writing was our prayer,
Blessed in peace and shining grace,
I say goodbye to her old,
Centenarian face,
I thank my God,
That she was in my life,
As she knocks on heavens door,
And guided to a most holy place...........
She touches my head,
I can feel her hand,
Wiping away my tears,
With a silk hankerchief,
She gave me,
From the holy land......
In about forty years,
I will see her again,
Until that time,
I keep her memory alive,
With prayer and a calligraphy pen,
And I will think of her as I always do,
Every day and night and
Our minds are tuned,
We will meet again,
With God's Most High Angels,
And on the Celestial Stairs,
She prepares Gods Altar..............
Tuppy Eunice Ganon - March 1910 to August 2013
Rest in peace may precious God-Mother,
You will be dearly missed - Amen
Written and thought of by Janene Maree Richardson ~ God-Mother Parts I and II c 7/08/2013
We all handle grief in different ways. I send out this prayer for all who have gone before us. Amen
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