NOT A SECRET ANYMORE!

 

Soul Kisses From My Savior

You introduced me to my heart

The day that I accepted yours.

I know now that true and lasting  joy

Was never before mine

Until that day I looked into your eyes

And found my very soul

Was looking back at me

In the pure love and grace

I saw reflected there.

You touched my hand

And led me to the place

That I’d been seeking all my life

Without ever knowing what I’d missed.

Suddenly, this secret of our love

Is one that I can no longer keep

To myself

And so I freely share it

Every chance I get.

A most amazing consequence

Is now so clear to me.

For every time I blow a kiss

You blow back two of yours!

by Martha L Shaw Copyright 2012, 2919

Mom, gone from this world . . .

missed but never forgotten and always loved.

 

VOICE OF AN ANGEL

Mom, dressed for her first date with Dad!

When someone so close to us and whom we love so much is near the end, we feel their pain as they age and we would do whatever we could to see the Mom (or other loved one) as we remember them . . . even one more time.  This week marks another anniversary  of her passing.  She felt no pain in passing while asleep and just didn’t awaken this side of heaven.  She died holding hands with Jesus with a big smile on her face, just like my Grampy did.  If your morning quiet place seems to have a larger angel choir, that’s Mom.  No matter how many things she could no longer do toward the end, she was always singing and I am sure she still is!  Likely, the angels in your life are singing with her!

The last thing she and I said to each other was to smile and say “I love you!” it was a sunny spring afternoon and the birds were singing!

 

 

 

 

 

HAPPY TEARS

Memories are not always heartbreakers. There will come a time when tears become joy as the love is still in our hearts. As I wrote something on a different time in my life, though I miss people, places, and things from back then, I also feel the joy and love that I felt then and still can feel IT.. At this moment my feet are cold because this artist feels the snow that had fallen . . and the glow of evening’s moonlight. I can see Mom’s smiling face watching me through the window and can recall her scurrying off to bed so I would not know she watched. She didn’t want to upset me. Silly Mama! IT NEVER DID!

 

Thank you!

A single rose bloomed on a cold winter’s day! 

I knew it was from You! –

By Martha L Shaw – ©2019

In Memoriam

 

The curtains are drawn.

You have gone to the other side,

My dear one,

But, still your light shines through,

Heading straight for my heart!

By Martha L Shaw – ©2019

THE INVITATION

You are my lantern!

. . . my Light and my salvation.

I am Yours always.

By Martha L Shaw – ©2018

OUT OF THIS WORLD – Home Redefined

My home is the sun shining down on me

And filling my soul

With light.

My home is a song,

An echo from heaven

Which gives my spirit wings.

My home has neither roof nor walls.

It is your hand holding me close.

I sing.

I smile.

I soar.

By  Martha L Shaw – © 2014

RIP Marie

A woman at church passed away in her sleep and while I hardly knew her and don’t even know her last name, her life touched mine.  I wrote this as a tribute to Marie and have asked my priests to share it with her family.  I wanted to share it with all of you as well.  Smile, my friends.  It changes hearts and lives in ways you’ll never know.

She Wore His Smile

For Marie

 

I didn’t know her well,

and yet she touched my heart

in a special way.

Each Sunday morning

as I gazed toward the altar

and saw the sunshine gleaming

through the stained glass window

high above my head,

I saw another ray of Son-shine

brightening the darkness

in the smile on her face

as she sang her heart out in choir.

Through that very heart of hers,

Jesus touched my own.

Each time our paths crossed

There was always that same smile . . .

a pat on the arm . . .

and the glow of her Lord

encouraging me,

blessing me,

lifting me up.

I cannot truly be sad

that she went to sleep

one last time

for I know that when she awakened

she was smiling at her Jesus

face to face.

              By Martha L Shaw

Remembering Bruce

I had a friend who who was wheel chair bound and couldn’t drive even a customized van, but never missed church. He scooted down Hwy 642 (Dorchester Rd) in his chair to church on Sundays and midweek things as well. Not too long after we became friends he was diagnosed with cancer. It spread fast. He still came to church via his chair and self-propelled even days before entering Hospice. The night before he made that journey, and just a couple days before he died, he spent a couple hours instant messaging me via FB. He couldn’t sleep nor could I. He spoke hardly a word about being sick. He was smiling and loving Jesus and laughing and encouraging me and everyone else until the end. I miss him. Some people think they have it rough. He never seemed to think so.