OUT OF THIS WORLD – Home Redefined

March 13, 2017

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

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RIP Marie

September 7, 2012

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

March 15, 2012

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.


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