THE WINDOWS

An ancient legend tells about an alpine boy whose folks
 Lived high upon a mountain top above the valley smoke.
The shining rays of morning sun danced on the town below,
 Showed windows made of solid gold beyond the ice and snow.
And every night he dreamed and prayed and hoped that one fine day
 He'd travel down that winding path, if he could find the way.
And touch those windows made of gold, and see the people there,
 Who sure must never have to work, or ever have a care.

And so one day he started out at sunrise clear and bright,
  The windows flashed their golden rays, just like a guiding light.
Scare taking time to see the flowers that swayed and waved near town,
  He hurried through the rippling grass, before the sun went down. 
And on the dusty windblown streets, folks hurried here and there,
  And no one saw the unknown child, or even seemed to care.
A kindly woman sensed his need, and helped him in his plight,
"The golden windows? There they are high on that mountain bright."
The sun shone on his own small home from rosy skies that night, 

And as the night breeze tucked the hills and flowers in for rest,
 A starry mantle covered all, a dream explained his quest.
 The gold he found in that small town lay in that heart so kind,
That gave him warmth and food and love, and cheered his worried mind.
 And helped him up the mountain side, where alpine flowers rare,
Brought gladness to a happy heart, a beauty all can share.
 And found through time that values true come from the heart within,
Where grows the kingdom of God's love,  A'midst the outward din. 

THE VOICES

The language of the singing brook echoes many tongues,

Through rivers, canyons to the sea, its rhythmic voice has rung.

It resonates in thunder clouds, its lyrics ride the waves,

To fly the skyways back to land, and rocks and hills engrave.

Through cataracts and dashing falls and moistened soil and sands,

It leaps the rapids, climbs the waves to vaporize or land.

In ever changing forms to spread lush beauty through the earth,

To blend with sun and soil to bring all living things new birth.

We looked upon the flowing stream, its art in silhouette,

Embossed upon the water's face, life's words of wisdom set.

Of longing for a daughter or son whose bonds must break away.

The burning path of life's desires, they hurry to survey.

Each concentrating on a goal or looking for a way,

And hastening to the waterfalls, the river, sea and spray.

Lamenting, laughing voices sound, with pleasure, joy and pain,

A spring, a rain, a thunderstorm to flow anew again.

The voices all blend into one, the music of life's stream,

To merge and find in unity, a harmony serene.

Surrender to the sea of life, compassion has begun,

No more to fight with destiny, true wisdom's voice is one,

That tunes to all who ride life's breeze o'er ocean's depths of time,

Transferring energies as foam that caps each wave to climb.

On ocean's furrowed face to sit, an instant poised in flight.

Traversing chasms to crest again and leap toward the heights.

And on this sweeping journey give new strength to life within,

And from each valley climb the peak, renewed to start again.

In ever changing waves to spread great beauty through the earth,

To blend compassion, love and trust that brings all life new birth.

THE HEALING

I call upon an  ailing friend to cheer him on his way,
 And watch the kind concern and care the healing staff displays,
Encouraging the will and mind to listen to each cell,
 So intuitions prompting thoughts can help build health as well.
  With gentle, warm deliberate care promoting peace and calm,
 Each cell can blend in consciousness, to find its healing balm.

For nature has designed for all a cure for every ill.
 Blending hope, faith and love with healing prayers at will.
Infusing through each atom's tone, from orbits from within,
 The cells will blend with faith and love and blessings from your kin.
So will the soul be free to rush in healing to each cell
To radiate  a vibrant health, within its citadel.

Empowered by thoughts, this essence blends treatment for the whole,
 Both mind and body exercise, denying not the soul,
As each respects its counterpart, embracing as a vine,
  The soul and body exercise, throughout all of time.
A dwelling for Creator God the soul has planned with care,
 And chose an earthly body house to make both more aware.
So will the soul be free to rush the healing to each cell,
 And radiate a vibrant health within its citadel.
Reflecting in the pool of life - the image soul has set,
 Embracing all with waves of hope, love's silent alphabet.

THE ARTIST

A garden framed the studio, laced with trees and  vines,
  And through a flower-decked latticework the robins danced and dined.
The painter searched each palette plate for colours blends and tones,
  To place upon the canvas face a painting all its own.
The canvas formed a life on Earth, beliefs the palette held,
  With mixes bold and delicate from these a life to meld.

An outline thought must first be brought to life upon the page,
  A house for time, a body-mind, to frame life's foliage.
As thoughts moved to reality, emotions lent their light,
  Imaginations powerful forge the patterns would unite.
And beauty breathed its fragrance through the living canvas face,
  Stirred by desire within the soul these thought tones to embrace.

From lofty thoughts, a breeze of love joined hands within the heart,
  That reached in willingness to share, life's moving work of art.
For no thing lives just for itself, all join in veils unseen,
  So beauty lives as beauty gives, to paint its helpful scene.
As islands rise above the sea, yet hidden from the sight.
  They join within mysterious depths as silent paths unite.  
  
Contributing throughout Earth's change, where once obscured in time,
  Foundation plates, new patters make as trenches mountain climb.
The artist paints his beauty on the face of Earthly time,
  Each day accepting challenges, his path of peace to find.
Each changing moment to reflect the work of art within,
  Inspiring those one meets each day, co-workers, friends and kin.

Cooperation

I watched the giant wheels turn and generate a power,
  That sent its motion energy during breezy hours. 
The bucket paddle passed along its waters fast and clear,
  Cooperating  to send forth a power in its sphere.
The scientists have learned to use this helpful natural law,
   In unity a strength to show a power on which to draw.

In man's pursuit of happiness, his daily walk and talk,
  Cooperation power works as mind designs each thought. 
To blend the self with soul's ideals and find in consequence,
  A growth of unity and aim to touch a higher sense.
As one helps those within his sphere, they help others too,
  Like the paddle wheel power, when water surges through.

And as we place within our hearts a guide at access door,
  Higher thoughts bring matching acts keeping channels pure. 
In silent moments to reveal a oneness with all things,
  Bringing hope and strength renewed as inner turbines spin.
So love's true seed within the heart can draw these energies,
  To open up a path of light and share its beauties free. 

Dreams

My husband sometimes had dreams that would often come true but he didn't encourage me to tell others about it; One weekend he mentioned he was going to a nearby lumber place for some 2 x 4 's that were 8 foot long because he had a friend who worked there sometimes on a Saturday who could help load it. He asked if I wanted to come along but since I was baking bread that day and declined. He replied that he likely didn't really need my help because a friend worked there and would likely help him load it according to a dream he had. They were out of the 8 foot long 2 x 4's and said he could have the 10 foot long ones for the same price. It turned out the longer ones worked best for our needs.

Many years later I am aware that I am being guided by dreams. For example, in a dream I am driving my fw5 and see I must swing to a right hand turnoff. I arrive at a large parking lot with no other cars parked there. I walk forward to the first door I see in a large building and turn off. I open the door and see Bob and rush to meet him with welcoming arms but he raises his arms to let me know that I must not proceed. I realize that I must not touch him or try to proceed. With a pleasant smile he turns right and I awaken and suddenly realize I am home in my own bed.

Orion Water Delivery

When we lived on our Orion half section homestead (10 miles) south of Orion in southern Alberta the spring run-off arrived and our well water usually gave out early before the hot summer season. The two mile trip to the Manyberries Creek by horse and wagon had enough for less than week.

Then my brother Paul, age 12,would have to hitch up our team of horse and wagon and bring the barrels of water home throughout the summer until fall began to change to winter season, bringing winter's snow which filled our double boiler that sat on our stove.

On this particular July day the last two barrels were loaded and clanged into each other with a resounding clash. The team of horses bolted in fear. There was a dike by the roadway near our one room school and the horses had to race up a half way high bridge and trail. I tried to hang onto something but when the horses got stalled trying to climb up the dike I had a few moments to make a fast decision and jumped out of the wagon into to the ditch. My brother Paul ran up to get me and brought his two year old small bleeding sister home for our Mother to patch up. With no fenced yard we had to watch out for our neighbour's bull, Seafoam, who tried to race for our trail. Fortunately the lower small bridge would keep him from reaching us.