BROKEN DREAMS

Rivers of tears are flowing
from so many broken dreams,
such a torrent inundating
what were once pure peaceful streams.

The very fabric, of what life once was
torn asunder in these times,
of loss of love, respect and faith
there’s no reason and no rhyme.

Forgiveness fading from our lives
revenge the thing to do,
retaliate, get even
and kill the babies too.

When will the scales be lifted
that blind us to His Word,
when will His, “Come follow Me”
within our hearts be heard.

There is an urging in our hearts
take heed, the time is nigh,
Now is the time for action
before life’s final sigh.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Nov. 28, 2006

MY FAVOURITE TIME

It’s just at the fine line drawn
between the night and day,
let it last a moment longer
for this Oh Lord I pray.

Let the softness of the night’s breath
wash o’er my rested soul,
and fill me with what’s needed
on this journey to my goal.

As the blushing sun a-rising
kisses all to start the day,
fill me Lord with thankfulness
for all creation, Lord I pray.

As the day lamp rises higher
Your hand moves on canvas bright,
painting all of daytime’s features
ever glorious in our sight.

I revel in Your handiwork
as far as eye can see,
and I’m awed to think, Almighty God
that You’d have done it just for me.

This precious time I keep for us, Oh God
to share our love as one,
to touch our hearts together
at the rising of the sun.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Nov. 26, 2006

WITHOUT YOU

There are times I sit and meditate
on the workings of Your hands,
You’ve played in my heart, a major part
that only now I understand.

Now I see in retrospect
all the wonders that You do,
and I couldn’t Lord, have done it
without You.

All the times, when I succeeded
at some task I had to do,
and the results were so fantastic
and my heart just barely flew.

It’s sad how we forget You
when things are going well,
but when the times get harder
our memory rings a bell.

Your faithfulness, Your mercy
have ever been nearby,
as close as a prayer in the morning
eyes lifted to the sky.

I am sorry for the memory loss
the times, You didn’t get Your due,
but now I know with certainty
I couldn’t have done it without You

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Nov. 10, 2006

NIGHTS OF LONGING

The night is long and painful
as I await dawns golden globe,
reaching out from velvet darkness
light fingers poke and probe.

The ponderings of a mind fatigued
by so many wakeful nights,
makes for days, of fogged confusion
a sad and worried plight.

While the maladies of life do mount
my members can’t sustain,
the chores that take me longer
and cause me so much pain.

My commitments now so hard to keep
meetings here and meetings there,
sometimes I have to cancel out
because I have to rest, take care.

My journey’s one of stops and starts
but there’s one thing that I know,
Your always there beside me
sometimes You carry me, it’s so.

The fuel that keeps me going
and keeps joy within my heart,
Is Your Eucharist, my Saviour
and the love that You impart.

With arms raised high, I give You praise
and thank You every day,
for gifts that make me stronger
as I follow in Your Way.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Oct. 30, 2006

MEANDERINGS

In the innocence of younger days life drifted lazily like the clouds in God’s Ocean above. All was simple and the world was my playground. Day after day of joy, laughter and sometimes tears. Of a mother’s loving touch and the labor of a quiet father who seemed to be unnoticed in his simplicity and faithfulness to his family. The days of the week passed slowly and we extracted all that we could from each 24 hours and went to sleep at night with the sounds of a velvety night wafting through the windows and billowing out the multi-hued curtains. We delighted in the freshness of the evening’s perfume which like an anesthetic lulled us to sleep. Mornings, ahhh mornings, the feeling of adventure, what joys would we experience on such a newly created masterpiece? What could we add to the canvas already drying in the warmth of the early hours. Perhaps some swinging and singing behind the house, music for all within earshot, especially my mom who knew by the racket, just where her little songbird was, and what she was doing. Making mud pies on the back step, engrossed in mimicking the skills of my mother as she created tasty treats for her loved ones. Oh, the smells of her kitchen indelibly etched upon my memory. What a delight to go back in time to that rustic kitchen and see my mother, hands full of flour and the table covered with goodies and the most delectable odors tickling our noses. The round loaves of heavenly scented bread with all of us begging for the crust. She obliged us by cutting all around the loaf so we all had out hearts desire. What a giving, loving treasure she was. Her bread was pure manna and gave us life while at the same time we grew in faith and served a God who gave us all good things. He was the center of our lives and the Rosary was a nightly family prayer, prayed in the kitchen faithfully before we could go out to play. Sundays were spent in thanking and praising God in the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass and later in the evening we all walked to Church for Benediction. Such glorious days, where our parents rested from much of their chores, except for meals. We went swimming under the watchful eyes of our mother who periodically would join us in the cool water and it did our hearts good to see her at play. Thus our lives continued until as we grew older the strangest thing happened. Time started to speed up and soon it seemed we had to grab a hold of each day to slow it down, but alas it’s not possible and now there seems to be no time for anything. I find my life passing at an alarming rate so now I take the time to lap up all the beauty of God’s masterpiece each day and plant it in my memory for reflection and on special days I wander back to my childhood and once again drink to my fill the glories of past younger days that flood my being with happiness joy and peace.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
June 17, 2006

DAYS OF INNOCENCE

It seems like only yesterday
I was but a joyful child,
days filled with play, discovering
with all, I was beguiled.

Our home, not one of beauty, but
filled with love up to the eaves,
our garden large and bearing
all that we’d ever need.

Our grass was sparse and beaten down
by the feet of many a child,
who gathered there to romp and play
“Keep off the grass” was not our style.

Daily I would hear the call
to visit field and pond,
to commune with all creation
of which I’d grown so fond.

I watched the flights of dragon flies
the lazy buzz of fly and bee,
heard the throaty- rhythmic croaking
of frogs, nearby in the reeds.

The air was warm and scented
with grass and pond and flower,
on my back I watched clouds drifting by
in these wonders saw His Power.

I drank daily from the cool-clear spring
that gurgled in delight,
so happy just to be there
its song playing day and night.

These golden days of innocence
enjoyed from yesteryear,
I pray will always stay with me
because I hold them dear.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
May 23, 2006

PATH TO GLORY

Long nights awake and filled with pain,
would seem my prayers are all in vain.
I see no light, no help for me,
no healing from His Treasury.

I know He hears and cares for me,
I know not why this has to be.
All I know, is that so long ago,
He bore it all for me to show.

The path to glory open wide,
our sufferings joined to His reside,
upon a cross, upon a hill,
His sacrifice remembered still.

In hope I wait upon His Word,
to rise with Him as oft times heard.
No more nights of pain and fears,
no more worry, no more tears.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
May 05, 2006