Tuesday 12 December 2023

INSIDE STORY by Becky Hemsley 2020


"INSIDE STORY"
by Becky Hemsley 2020

They saw her in the library
Discarded on a chair
And her glossy, shiny cover
Made them notice she was there
They picked her up and held her
For a minute, maybe three
And they said she was exquisite
The most beautiful they’d seen
They thought not of her pages
Simply stared at her in awe
Then they put her on the bookshelf
As they headed out the door
So they never knew the words she chose
To mark her journey’s start
And they didn’t read the reams and reams
Of kindness at her heart
They didn’t read the things she hid
In pages left untouched
Or the hellos and goodbyes she’d said
To people that she loved
They didn’t read the chapters
Where she set herself apart
And they never read the lines she wrote
Of how they’d played their part
They didn’t turn the pages
On her struggles and her strengths
And they missed the ripped-up paper
Where she’d torn herself to shreds
They never read the parts
About the places she had been
Or the people she had helped
Or all the wonders she had seen
So when anybody asked them
What it was that she was like
They realised they had no idea
What she was like inside
See, they’d told her she was beautiful
Because of how she looked
But they’d just admired her cover
And they’d never read her book
*******
Becky Hemsley 2020
Incredible artwork once again by Elisabeth on Earth
aptly titled ‘Once Upon a Time’
Inside Story is from Talking to the Wild

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STILL by Becky Hemsley 2023


"STILL"
by Becky Hemsley 2023

I can’t say I loved you. I just can’t
Because it makes it sound as if my love is past tense. Gone, finished, ended.
And that is so far from the truth.
My love is not in the past. It will never be gone.
I love you now. Still.
You didn’t take all this love away with you. It stays. It lingers.
Some days it jumps up and hits me in the face just to remind me that it is still here. Still persevering.
Some days it nudges me. Challenges me to keep going. Daring me to find the strength to get through the day.
But mostly, it just resonates inside of me with everything I do. With every step forward and every glance back. Every close of my eyes. Every breath.
My love is not dependent on you being here.
There is nowhere far enough,
and nothing permanent enough
to stop me from loving you.
So I will not say I loved you.
Because I love you.
Still.
*****
Becky Hemsley 2023
Lovely artwork by Pete Rumney
'Still' is from When I Am Gone - poems for grief and loss

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Sunday 10 December 2023

A GLIMPSE OF HEAVEN by Lizzy Jayne


“A GLIMPSE OF HEAVEN” by Lizzy Jayne
“Are you sure this is the right door to heaven?” asked the little cat. “It looks a little shabby and not how I imagined it to be.”
“I think so,” said the little girl.
She pulled ajar the big, heavy door and a blinding light burst through the gap.
The little girl took a peek. “Oh MY!” she gasped.
“Let me see!” said Benjamin Puddles, jumping around excitedly. But the little girl didn’t reply. “What’s it like little girl? Little girl, are you listening?”
But, she wasn’t listening. She was silenced by the awe that met her eyes.
“It really is more beautiful than even we could imagine. And you were right, little cat, I won’t need my scarf!”
“Can we go in?” asked the cat.
The little girl gently closed the door again and turned to her friends.
“One day, little ones, but not just yet.
“But why?” wailed Puddles.
“Well, if you go inside now, you won’t want to come out again; it’s just so beautiful,” said the little girl. “We still have much work to do to help others find their hearts, so they can find their way here as well. Come on, I’ll tell you all about what I saw on the way home.”
The three friends turned to go, feeling sad to leave, yet their hearts were full to bursting, knowing one day they would return and stay forever…
Will you be there too? ☺️🙏

Original art & Short Story by Lizzie Jayne - The Heart Gang ❤️ (c)
(c) ABLJ & Books by Lizzie Jayne

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THE SHATTERED CANDLE by Liz Liles Wagoner


"THE SHATTERED CANDLE"
by Liz Liles Wagoner

Tonight, I walked in from the store with my arms full and a brand new candle in my bag. As I struggled to get it all on the counter, one bag dropped and I heard the glass break. My brand new candle was ruined as the glass shattered. Frustrated, I was ready to throw the whole thing away. My husband refused to let me do so. “It will still light; it will still serve its’ purpose,” he stated. Immediately, I began to argue back.... “But it’s broken and ugly and glass is everywhere. It’s just not the same.”
I walked away and when I came back, he had placed the candle on the counter and lit the wick.
My heart immediately was drawn to the light. How often do we do this in our own lives or with others? Things don’t turn out the way we want them to. Plans fail. Dreams shatter. Goals hit the floor. People break our hearts. And we are ready to throw the whole dang thing in the trash. Even though it can still light.... still shine.... still bring the fragrance of goodness. It just may not be pretty or in the package that we wanted or imagined.
Tonight, may we all be reminded that even in the brokenness and cutting edge of life, there is still goodness and purpose and light. We simply must be willing to not throw it all away and allow the redemption to take place. There are times that our story will simply speak a little louder and impact even more people when we are willing to allow the broken places of our life and story to shine for others to see and understand.

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Hosting Sad by Donna Ashworth

"Hosting Sad"
by Donna Ashworth

Sometimes I wake up sad. For no reason.
And I know, as soon as my eyes open, that today, I am sad.
I can choose positive thoughts, have a cold shower, run on the treadmill, but I will still be sad.
And counting my blessings, on days like this, makes me even more sad.
How lucky I am and how tenuous that is.
How others are not so blessed and how unfair that is.
And I’ve learned to accept these little bouts of sad, or soul-flu, as I have now come to call them.
They are not within my control, this I know.
I don’t fear them anymore, they can’t harm me - because I don’t ‘become’ them.
I just let my ‘sad’ in the door and say “hey, how are you, take a seat…but don’t stay too long please, I have things to do.”
And I rumble along in my mental kitchen, making tea, emptying the dishwasher. And my sad sits there and just exists, without judgement or acrimony. Just acceptance.
I know she is many things, you see, other than just sad. She is love, she is grief. She is fear, she is weariness and worry, and really, she puts up with rather a lot in this life.
So I give her a cup for tea. And listen to her sorrows, until she’s ready to go back outside again.
Sometimes I wake up and sad has already let herself in.
But I don’t scold her for that.
She’ll go soon.
And really, she deserves a warm place, every now and again, this world gives her much to bear.
Sometimes, I wake up sad.
For no reason.
And that’s okay.
P.S: when sad is visiting, I look like exactly the same. You would never know I’m hosting her…unless you ask.
Donna Ashworth
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But it made you strong! by Becky Hemsley 2023


“But it made you strong!” by Becky Hemsley 2023
How often we are tempted to say this to someone when they’ve been through a difficult time.
And it may well be the case.
But chances are that they are feeling anything but strong. They are likely feeling
exhausted
shattered
weak.
And they need someone who recognises that. Someone who - for just a while - can be the strong one for them. Can offer them a shoulder to cry on and an arm to support them.
Yes, when they feel like that, they need to rest.
They need to recharge, recoup and regain the strength they’re being told they have inside of them.
Because what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. But it sometimes very nearly kills us -
exhausts us
shatters us
weakens us.
They didn’t want to have to be strong.
They wanted life to be kinder.
And as it wasn’t, it might help them more than we realise
If we bring the kindness instead.
******
Becky Hemsley 2023
Artwork created with Bing
‘Kindness’ is from 'Letter from Life' https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CHL9MZC1...

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Saturday 9 December 2023

I AM NO LONGER WAITING by Mary Anne Perrone


"I AM NO LONGER WAITING"
by Mary Anne Perrone

I am no longer waiting for a special occasion; I burn the best candles on ordinary days.
I am no longer waiting for the house to be clean; I fill it with people who understand that even dust is Sacred.
I am no longer waiting for everyone to understand me; It’s just not their task
I am no longer waiting for the perfect children; my children have their own names that burn as brightly as any star.
I am no longer waiting for the other shoe to drop; It already did, and I survived.
I am no longer waiting for the time to be right; the time is always now.
I am no longer waiting for the mate who will complete me; I am grateful to be so warmly, tenderly held.
I am no longer waiting for a quiet moment; my heart can be stilled whenever it is called.
I am no longer waiting for the world to be at peace; I unclench my grasp and breathe peace in and out.
I am no longer waiting to do something great; being awake to carry my grain of sand is enough.
I am no longer waiting to be recognized; I know that I dance in a holy circle.
I am no longer waiting for Forgiveness.
I believe I Believe.
~ Mary Anne Perrone
Photo by: Philippe Vogelenzang Photography

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What Goes Around Comes Around


"What Goes Around Comes Around" (author unknown)
One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.
Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear can put in you. He said, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.”

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.

As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, “And think of me.”
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafĂ©. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn’t erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: “You don’t owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I’m helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.”

Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard….
She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, “Everything’s going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.”

There is an old saying “What goes around comes around.”

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"BABY STEPS" by Becky Hemsley

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