OASIS OF HEALING

Where can I go Lord
to heal my wounded heart,
for it’s been torn asunder
help me make a brand new start.

A portion has been borne away
emptiness has come to reign,
is there anything You can do Lord
to take away this pain.

I am no longer whole, complete
that which is gone, so sorely missed,
in this desert I am parched and sad
my heart needing Your sweet kiss.

Take me to that sweet oasis
where I’ve ever longed to be,
it’s the inn where there is always room
and there’s never any fee.

Your heart of love is always welcoming
those who’ve been put to the test,
You bid us one and all, come in
to Your Sacred Heart and rest.

Lord, You have everything we need
and even much, much more,
I knock Lord, come and let me in
my broken heart Lord to restore.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Feb. 14,2007

PRAISES IN THE NIGHT

I have come oh God in the night, to where You dwell
at the centre of my being. I seek You Lord in the
softness of the night to tell You of my love and to thank You
for the bountiful gifts You rain down upon me from heaven’s heights.
Oh that all would know You thus. In the day with the hustle
and bustle of life, any such thoughts would be drowned out by
the noise of this modern world, hence Your peace and joy are
hidden under this din that envelopes us and I say to You Lord,
“in Your mercy, hear my prayer”, and let me feel Your presence this
night and always:
My Lord and my God, my King and Saviour, my Redeemer and my Beloved,
I love You with all of me, but it is still just a drop in the ocean of Your great love.
How I long to love You more and to receive more of Your Love, but Lord,
how can I endure more? My weak and sinful being feels as if it will break
under the weight of Your Agape Love. I am totally filled with Your Mercy
and Your forgiveness. I am an open vessel to receive all from out Your
hands and though You fill me, I hunger still for more. I can never get enough
of Your abundant gifts and blessings. I thank You Lord, for all the things
You grant me here on earth every day, and I long for the day when You
will finally call me to join in the banquet of the Lamb and I will see You
face to face and realize at last the fruits of living my life, to the best of my
ability, doing Your Holy Will. I thank You for the gift of joy that reigns
ever in my heart, Your Word and Your Eucharist are the food that my soul
longs for and which keep me ever longing for more. Write on my heart and
mind with Your most Precious Blood, all Your truths so that I may assist You
in bringing all Your Lambs back into the fold. I ask this Lord in the name of
Jesus, through the Immaculate Heart of Mary and guided by the Holy Spirt.
Amen.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Feb. 12,2007

A LETTER TO HEAVEN

This day we laid you to rest on Mount Calvary’s Hill,
the day was gripped in Winter’s icy hand and the
chill wind blew and our saddened hearts were seized
with frigid grief. Our minds all thinking in unison of
how much you, dear friend, disliked being cold, and I
would find you sometimes all bundled up in multi-layers
of clothing trying to warm your shivering body. In my minds
eye, I see you and your ever smiling face, that would
light up any room you entered and when anyone was speaking
to you, they always got your undivided attention. Then there
were the times when you lost your train of thought or couldn’t
find the words to express yourself and you had a habit of repeating
in rapid succession something that sounded like num, num, num, num
which in some strange way seemed to get you started again. It was at
times comical to watch you as you did your best to untangle yourself from
your oxygen hoses with a few mild expletives like drat, and darn. The
beauty that was you and was in you left all who met you spell-bound,
and in awe of your courage, strength and then there was the love that
seeped out of your very pores. The closer you came to leaving us, the
more you became love as Christ is Love, your life being an arduous
journey to the One and Only True Love of your life, your King and Saviour
Jesus Christ. It was only today that you were laid to rest, but so many times
I have started to go to the telephone to call you as was my habit everyday.
Your face is constantly before me and I feel your nearness, and I thank God
for our friendship and I know that I haven’t lost a friend, but have gained
a prayer warrior in heaven, whose prayers at this time are more powerful
than when you were among us. If there is a way, Pauline will find it, and
she will joyfully intercede for us all to the Father who will listen to
His faithful little lamb, and grant her every wish. Until next time
dear friend and sister, bask in the rays of The Son and sing His praises,
and enjoy the fruits of your labour.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Feb. 10, 2007

I AM WITH YOU

Oh Lord we’ve felt your presence
in this our time of trial,
in pain and grief we know Lord
You were with us all the while.

You remind us of the good times
the rest begins to dim,
and all that is important
we stuck it out through thick and thin.

In the good times and the bad
love never lost its place,
and united in His perfect love
each new day you did face.

This love we share in marriage
this grace, this gift divine,
to be cherished and kept in our hearts
to the very end of time.

Lord, never let it falter
help us always keep it new,
fresh as a daisy in the morning
until that day we meet with You.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Feb. 09, 2007

YOU SHALL NOT COMMIT ADULTERY

In the Sacrament of Marriage
we exchange a solemn vow,
to be faithful ever loyal
to our chosen wedded spouse.

It’s a vow that must be taken
in the utmost seriousness,
the two being a true image
of God’s power and tenderness.

To respect each other always
each having equal dignity,
to be open to God’s gift of life
accept what comes to be.

In time when maybe life’s routines
become mundane, the spark does cool,
you’ll maybe think that love is dying
but it’s not normally the rule.

Love goes through different stages
as the years of living bring about,
a deeper, ever growing love
when we pray and work it out.

If your eye begins to wander
beware, it’s Satan’s snare,
he makes you think it’s over
of his evil lies beware.

He’ll try his best to get you
to break your Sacred Vow,
before he gets a foothold
let Jesus show you how.

In our union we are not alone
when we married He was there,
He will help us heal as trouble comes
His wisdom with us share.

So just because things seem to change
don’t worry, it’s the way that it should be,
with His love sealed deep within us
we’ll be one eternally.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Feb. 04, 2007

A CHILD’S FEBRUARY JOYS

This February day started out stormy and though it’s beautiful, I am very content to watch it from the inside where the warmth of the house engulfs me, and gets me thinking of how I used to find it so exhilarating to get all bundled up with sweaters, scarves, mittens and boots, and off I’d go to brave sliding down double-bump hill that was situated so conveniently right at the back of the empty lot adjacent to our property. The hill was never without someone speeding wildly to its bottom, their screams not of fright, but pure joy, and faces glowed from the kiss of the icy wind on our cheeks, and our noses running in the cold, but we didn’t know it, and I’m sure we wouldn’t have cared anyway. The trek back up the hill was nothing to us kids as we knew there would once again be the thrill of zooming down the hill another glorious time. The first bump came so quickly as we literally flew over it like a ski jumper and when we hit the earth again, it was with a terrific jolt that rattled our bones and then quickly on its heels was bump number two mimicking the first to perfection. Oh the joy of sleighing, and though it was extremely cold, we were warm from the exertion of climbing back up the hill. By this time we had, had enough, and knew by the grumbling of our stomachs that mom would have supper on the table. We left the hill and returned to our warm homes with our outer clothing coated with little ice balls, and our mittens hard as rocks. Mom would help us to get all our coats and boots off and arrange them near the wood stove to dry. After supper with our tummies all full and the warmth of the house had permeated deep into our bones, the same cozy feeling of being secure and loved would rise up to the surface and at that time I knew God was nearby and whispering to our hearts of His love and that He was watching over us all. Sleep would come easy because of the exertion of our play and before long, the house was quiet as mom and dad had some free time to themselves for the first time that day. The next day as we gazed out frosted window panes to see what the weather was like we could see it was an ideal day to go skating on the river. The boys on the street and their fathers were shovelling a large rink and there was always the spot under the first pier of the bridge, where the wind would barrel through and whip the ice clean like a bottle. In the crevices where the pressure of the ice had made huge cracks we could see that it was over a foot thick and very safe. I was never a powerful skater, and had to rest a lot, but there were special times when for one reason or another, I would get my second wind and I would go and go without tiring and these times are indelibly written in my memory. How is it possible for one child to have such a blessed life? I remember making snow forts and having snowball fights from our protected position and making angels in the snow and slurping icicles when we got thirsty. Our homes were trimmed in icicles weeks at a time and dad used to pile snow high up on the foundation to make the house warmer. On washday, the house smelled of frozen long johns that stood by themselves, and other articles of laundry brought in after a good freezing on the line outside. In the evening these articles would be hung throughout the house making it unnecessary to have a humidifier and they dried on lines that magically disappeared during the day. We as children drank our fill of winter’s cup of joy and I can’t gaze upon such days as these without remembering the blessings of my youth, and realize that though we were not rich in material things we were millionaires in the love and caring of faithful parents who gave to us their all.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Feb. 03, 2007

THE LAST ROSE

As I stand at the threshold
of the Autumn of my life,
only now, my petals opening
to the full, with beauty rife.

We all mature at different times
no two can be the same,
for Lord You love variety
in the garden where You reign.

Every kind of flower
has its own time to bloom,
His garden never without colour
or their heavenly perfume.

Petals opening up too early
before the time is right,
never reaching peak perfection
so to blush within His sight.

I’m the last rose of the Summer
blooming in the nick of time,
for it is now my season
God given beauty now to shine.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Feb.. 01, 2007