TOO MUCH, AND NOT ENOUGH

It seems the more we have today, the more we want.
The demand for material things is skyrocketing out of control.
There are some who have an overabundance and will never be
able to spend it in five lifetimes. Then there are those who are just
comfortable, yet go about searching for ways to increase their holdings,
unsatisfied with what they’ve got. Then there are those who go from
paycheck to paycheck, often spending what they don’t have, and have to
pay the piper soon enough. But then there are the have nots, who often
through no fault of their own, or from unexpected, unplanned for events
that put them out on the street with no where to turn and yes, there are those
who through lack of forethought or laziness don’t make the effort to take
hold of their lives and change their circumstances. Not counting those who are
born with handicaps and don’t have the means to support themselves. There are
more than likely many other categories or levels of wealth or lack of it. When you
watch the news your heart sinks at the state of the world and the horror of starvation in the third world and yes, even in our own. There is such an imbalance in the world’s wealth where the distance between those that have and those that have not is widening at warp speed. When will we stop hungering for worldly things and crave
what is truly important? When will we rid ourselves of this insatiable greed for
things, and taste the Food that will end all the waste of the time allotted us, by the Source that fulfills our every need, the One True God. When we follow Him
love Him, and trust in Him, because only then will we grasp true happiness.
To know the love of Jesus is to be rich beyond belief.
When will the distance between the two ends of the spectrum meet somewhere in
the middle and at long last embrace each other in brotherly love and see
to each others needs and become a communion of love for the Lord, who will
then say, “well done My good and faithful servants, enter into My Kingdom”.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Feb. 25, 2007

VIEW FROM THE SIDELINES

For the most part of my life
I’ve looked on as from afar,
not feeling oneness with my peers
with them, never on a par.

I’ve tried to find the reasons
why I should feel this way,
but there have been no answers
even to this very day.

It has held me back from being
who I really truly am,
and caused me many self doubts
in this life that seemed a sham.

I was not an ugly duckling
I was not a beauty queen,
but somewhere in the middle
at least to me it seemed.

As I stood alone and fearful
as no one took the time to see,
that I had so much to offer
but they chose to exclude me.

Maybe, when they looked my way
they saw my fear and doubt,
and chose the ones more frivolous
and rarely asked me out.

Some took the chance and looked my way
but mostly then I found,
they didn’t really want to know me
their intentions were not sound.

I began to finally see
I was not like the rest,
I wanted someone true and faithful
who would be for me the best.

In earnest I commenced to pray
asked Him to intercede,
bring to me the one You’ve chosen
who will fulfill my every need.

You answered every aspect
of this my fervent prayer,
and our union’s been cemented
with the love of God we share.

It had always been Your plan
to bring me to the place,
where I would find my one and only
true happiness to ever taste.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Feb. 23, 2007

NOW IS THE TIME

In this time before Easter,
this time of change and renewal,
let us rend our hearts of all that is dark
cold and lacking in love. Help us Lord, to step out
in faith and stretch our arms towards You, and watch
as You, seeing this, run towards us with Your Holy Face
bathed in joy at our long awaited acknowledgment of You
as our God and Saviour. How we long for all men to have this
glorious experience and to finally know Your promises, graces and
blessings. To know that to repent of past sins frees us to be all
that You want us to be. To be free as to fly like an eagle and and frolic
like the new-born lambs in the pasture as to show their joy for
the gift of life. They let nothing hold them back, never ashamed of
their boldness in showing love for their Creator. If we could be so bold and
show our love for You Lord in this fashion. I just know You would be in our
midst sharing in our joy and rejoicing right along with us. We however, have
lost our innocence and have forgotten what it is like to be as little children.
It is so sad, but it’s never too late! We can become a renascence, like new-born
babes, not bothered by what someone may think, but to enjoy the pure love
of You Jesus and experience heaven on earth.
May this time of Lent be for us all a time to bolster our faith and make ready
a home in our hearts for the Glorious Resurrected Jesus who wants to reside with
us sharing every infinitesimal event of our daily lives and to pour out endless rivers
of His love and mercy upon us. God is Love and He does what He does best, that
of loving every child who has been born, who is being born and those yet to be born,
no favouritism. HE IS LOVE!

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Feb. 21, 2007

COME OUT

My beloved children:

Do you not see the signs of impending darkness?
Have you not eyes to see, ears to hear a heart that feels all
a-tremble at the worsening state of man and the world. The fog
of Satan is everywhere, even infiltrated into My church and into
some of My shepherds who now wish to change My Laws, and do
things their way. How quickly they forget their anointing and cease
to feed their sheep and forget to watch over them so they are
scattering at an alarming rate and giving joy to the father of lies.
The Holy Sacrament of Marriage has been scandalized by those who
would have all kinds of abominable unions, a slap in My face and a
terrible sword in My side. All sorts of filth and grime have attached their
tendrils to the hearts of men to the point where they no longer feel compassion
or know what sin is, so it just spirals out of control and in their blindness
sink deeper into darkness. How My heart yearns for their return to the fold,
so I can wipe away their tears and erase their many sins. The hour is getting
late My children, so come quickly to the safe refuge that is My Sacred Heart.
To you My children who are lukewarm, I say come out. Come out of your tombs
and draw near to the fire that is My love for you. Gather round and feel the
warmth of a God who gives you every chance to change and will fill you with
every grace and blessing imaginable. If you turn to me, and come closer to My
cleansing fire, I will burn away all that holds you back from giving yourself
fully to Me, then you will know what you have been missing for so long.
For you My faithful ones, you bring to Me your obedience, your love for your
neighbour, your service to My people, your faithfulness to all My commands and
My heart’s fire burns with the force of a million suns. What joy you bring to
Me and I desire to give you all of Paradise. It will be yours in due time and all
I ask is that you persevere in what remains of your earthly existence doing
good and helping your fellow man and the rewards, you can not even imagine.
Hold on little flock, the time is short and even now if you listen closely you can
hear My still small voice calling through time bringing anticipated joy to every heart.
Until then, I bless you......Jesus

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Feb. 19,2007

MY FRIEND THE COMPUTER

When first I met my computer
I gazed at its keys in dread,
can I learn to speak its language
will it fit inside my head.

Yet it called for me to try it
so I did with outside help,
many times it jammed, would not respond
mostly when I was by myself.

From frustration, to frustration
I continued, till at last
I found that I could master
nearly every complicated task.

Now I work and learn upon it daily
and it’s not evil as some say,
it’s up to all who use them
to seek not the evil way.

Yes, there’s darkness in it’s make up
put there by those who’s choice is sin,
it’s my choice to choose the decent
and bring Your Light to men.

Out of cyberspace comes words of love
to heal and comfort all who see,
for the Lord is ever present
in this world’s technology.

It’s up to me to use it, for the good
bring His message to its memory,
and hopefully all who use it
will choose the good side that I see.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Feb. 17,2007

TRUST, REWARDED

I see You my God and Father
more than in my early years,
as giver of all heaven’s gifts
and the eraser of my fears.

For as the years have flowed at times
full of turbulence or peace,
in painful slowness I began to learn
that my trust in You, must increase.

As I searched through the archives
of all past memories,
what I found dearest Father
brought me quickly to my knees.

You had been right there beside me
and not yet had I learned
of Your faithfulness and mercy
of trust not yet discerned.

More times than not my prayers were answered
as sometimes the answer’s no,
but then You fulfilled another dream
Your love for me to show.

When we are afraid and drifting
upon life’s stormy sea,
listen to His gentle words
“put your trust in me.”

The rewards will be a hundred fold
and the truth you’ll come to see,
that God loves it when we say to Him
“Lord, I put my trust in Thee.”

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Feb. 17, 2007

MY FRIEND ACROSS THE RIVER

Throughout my life, I have been blessed with special friends.
Friends who are faithful, fun loving, and always there when
you need them. Who know how to say just the right things to make
a sad heart smile and who wrap their arms around you when the
thing you need most is a hug and they are ever obliging. They are
deliverers of God’s Love and mercy and repair all the little bruises of
this topsy turvy world. My friend Maren came into my life when we were both
in our early teens. She didn’t come from far off, but from right across
the river from us. I suspect we met at school, but am not totally certain
of this. From our first meeting, we were inseparable and spent long
hours together getting to know each other better. She would come to
our house after supper sometimes, and had to wait on the porch while
our family prayed the Rosary which was our time of togetherness with Our Lord,
and our Blessed Mother. Then, in her words, we would head off downtown
to pound the pavement and see what was happening in the peaceful village of
Tweed. Often we’d refresh ourselves at Kwan’s Restaurant and have a cherry
coke and play some songs on the mini juke boxes that were stationed in
every booth. It was a haven for kids our age and the patrons of the place
were always happy to see us. Our walks would take us by the stores
where at a later date we would have our first jobs. The Stedman’s Store was
the first place that hired many of us and taught us how to treat our customers,
and to do a full day’s work as best we could. It didn’t pay much, but gave us
our first experience of being out from under our parent’s wings. The park, was
always a high spot to go and inspect the boys who in turn inspected us, this
game being played out since time began. It was an exciting time and the air
was always pregnant with the unknown and we were young and full of ourselves.
It was an electric time and we were fully charged. I must say that we overworked our
guardian angels at these times because in our foolishness, we took risks that today
in retrospect, we see that God kept us out of harms way. Maren was always the athletic
one and this is where we couldn’t be on sports teams together, because my health slowed
me down considerably. I did play some volleyball, but detested the bloomers we had to
wear for gym. Glamorous they were not! I remember once we each packed a picnic lunch
and walked up the highway a ways and climbed a small hill, watched the traffic, talked
and shared many things in our lives, plus our packed lunch. Another memory was when
you took me into your home and your mom had made some eggnog. I had never had
it before, so I tried it and wouldn’t you know it I was the one who got that little slippery
thing that’s part of the egg and I came so close to upchucking on the floor. I was so
embarrassed and to this day have never let eggnog touch my lips again. I liked
going to your house because there was always a chance I’d get to meet your brother
Peter, who with his extreme height, blond curly hair and blue eyes had me
spell bound, I’ll bet you didn’t know that Maren. We both sang in the choir of our respective Churches and my choir practice was at The Convent where every Wednesday night we got
together with Sister Joan of Arc to hone our voices. If I was done first, I’d go wait at Maren’s
church and listen to them practice. They sang like angels! If she was finished first, the opposite took place. Maren was gung ho for sports of any kind, and swimming was one of them. She attempted to swim across Stoco Lake while some guy rowed a boat along side of her. She made it to the island with no trouble, but came back without going further. She was blond and pretty and attracted the boys like bees to honey. Deep inside I wanted to be like her and I looked up to her, not understanding at the time that we must make the best of who we are and not wish our life away. Luckily in time (a long time) I learned with the help of God that I was somebody too and that I have a mission on this earth, and I aim to complete it. I know I can do the job because I don’t have to do it alone. He is always with me! Our time
together flew and one day you informed me that you were moving to Labrador as your dad had acquired a job there. That was very traumatic for me, and I imagine for you too. However, adjust we must. It seemed in no time you were writing me that you had met someone and were engaged to be married. Life really did change at that time, for me too, as I, not too
long afterwards met my young swain, on Valentine’s Day no less and by Nov. 13 of the same year we were married and we both started new lives, which is another story for another time.


Margaret Rose Larrivee
Feb. 15,2007