Poetry Friday027

To all those who have gone before us, and to those of us still here, missing them, and waiting for the day…… I offer up this poem I came across the other night while finishing up ‘The Shack‘, by Wm. Paul Young.

The poem is called, ‘Missy’s Song’.

Breathe in me… deep
That I might breathe… and live
And hold me close that I might sleep
Soft held by all you give

Come kiss me wind and take my breath
Till you and I are one
And we will dance among the tombs
Until all death is gone

And no one knows that we exist
Wrapped in each other’s arms
Except the one who blew the breath
That hides me safe from harm

Come kiss me wind and take my breath
Till you and I are one
And we will dance among the tombs
Until all death is gone.

Poetry Friday024


Waters edge in the coolness of morning, I imagine
that I am
standing there
before the three day search is called off
before Hibiscus leis are thrown into the sea, and
tearful prayers offered up to the ocean gods
all the indications of impending doom appear
clearly noted,
signposts and red flags,
and explanations of rip tides, and what to do
should you find yourself in one
three hot pink floats dot the translucent turquoise
surface in a
one point perspective, showing
where not to go, so
why did you dive in?
the lure of underwater worlds
where you swim eternal?

were these warnings added later
to cover the asses of those in charge
of such things?

Your photograph is set upon a small cairn of coral
strewn with wilting Plumeria blossoms
at the edge of the beach.

This and
stories and
angry questions are only part of

What remains.

Lesley-Anne Evans
April, 2010


I offer up my poem, ‘Why?’, in response to the One Word at a Time Blog Carnival, hosted by Peter Pollock at his blog, PeterPollock.com. Drop by, and read all the thought provoking entries written on today’s word, Broken. Thank you, Peter, for taking us there.

A few of the upcoming words for the Carnival will be:

  • January 25 – Winter
  • February 8 – Renewal
  • February 22 – Sacrifice
  • March 8 – Future
  • March 22 – Goals

Poetry Friday017

Hospice bird

Shredded strips of newspaper
on the bottom of your fancy cage ~
evidence of neurotic tendencies as

You wait for daily offerings
of fruit and seed in outstretched hands.
Still, hunger is embedded in

your dull remembrances of
open skies and temperate winds
and clipped wings healed.

You are what you eat?

Food is a popular thing around my house. It’s summer, all the kids and their friends (mostly teenagers) are around, and when they are, they eat. I don’t mean three meals either, I mean they eat constantly. Barely an hour goes by without the sound of the fridge or cupboard doors opening and someone asking a food related question. Grocery shopping happens every couple of days, and I search through my messy recipe collection for another idea to stretch the food budget and make tasty and filling meals.

Today we are having burritos with the leftover ground beef that I made a few nights ago. Add a little cheese, green salsa, sour cream, fresh herbs from my small herb patch and voila… dinner! Perhaps a green salad to go with that, made from fresh local ingredients. But that will mean a trip to the fruit stand down the road… and we need milk again, and the cereal is getting low and before you know it, a trip to the grocery store is in full swing. Nuts, I was just there yesterday!

Perhaps it’s no surprise that food is on my brain these days… what to cook, what to buy, what we are eating. I lay awake at night considering ‘organic’ and ‘100 mile diet’ and how I might become a better food consultant and creative chef to our family. I wonder if we really are what we eat, or if my best educated efforts are good enough? And I think about a couple of untimely and unfair and shocking recent deaths in our family where it just didn’t seem to matter to either disease that our loved ones were eating healthfully and exercising and taking REALLY GOOD CARE care of themselves. They died. And then I wonder if all the focus on what we eat and how much we exercise is just another result of our OCD culture? Is it?

My favourite local fruit stand has recently obtained ‘Organic’ status. Great, I think. I already enjoy their bounty, and now I have another reason to find it good and healthy and good for us. But I wonder at what cost that designation will come? I’m about to pop over there now, so I’ll try to assess the prices and see if I can determine if it is more expensive this year than last year. I wonder?

Have you noticed that the grocery store chains have latched on to ‘Organic’ too… there are large organic and pricey sections now with a wider variety of items than every before. What does that mean for the rest of the food that is not organic? Is it bad for you? And then I can’t help by wonder why our Gov’t would allow non-healthy non-organic foods to be sold in the first place? It’s almost like you have to be wealthy to eat healthy… that can’t be right, can it?

Anyway, just sharing what I’m thinking at the moment on the topic of food. Let me know what you think.

Are you what you eat, or not?

Lesley-Anne (proud consumer of milk, butter, white bread, homemade jam, meat, fish, and lots of fruit and veggies etc. etc.)

Photo from HERE

Endings and beginnings

There’s so much to say, yet in honesty I lack the inspiration to write. A dullness persists. I’ve had a few tough weeks, and trying to move forward is tough. But, I’m determined to do so. I begin with a click of the mouse and the keyboard sings out a few words. It’s a start.

First, here’s everything in a nutshell;

My dog Buddy died (of cancer, age 10).

My desire to write died (of grief, lack of focus, energy, age 5).

My Uncle Dave died (of cancer, age 70).

I lose and gain ground daily.

I determine to meet with God, clear the air, find some closure.

God meets me.

God reminds me.

God defines me.

I begin again.

Presenting Emmy… the new addition to our family… 2-1/2 year old GSP (German Shorthaired Pointer) from a background of neglect… skinny, no manners, but brimming over with joy and with a completely open heart to all of us.

A tangible reminder of beginnings, although you know me well enough to realize that I’m not just talking about new dogs… we have the opportunity and potential to begin in many new ways every day, as God’s mercies are fresh every morning.

Here’s what I’m taking with me as I step into what’s next in the broader sense;




an expectant heart,


In the immortal words of Dr. Seuss,

“Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.”

Heavenly creatures…

This week in particular, because of our circumstances, I’m been drawn to open my Bible many times, highlighter in hand, in an attempt to come to terms with what God has planned for his creatures, after their time on this earth is complete. I’ve been seeking comfort. I’ve been chasing after hope. Because, as convinced as I am that God has a plan for an eternal future with those of us who love him, I’m also convinced that he did not create the natural world, and all the incredible creatures in it, on a passing whim. There is always purpose in what God does.

I have been able to find verses that point to a God who cares about his creatures, who created them to bring him and us pleasure, who longs to bring them into his perfect kingdom, and who relies upon us to care for them until that time.

I share all this with you knowing that I am just merely touching the surface, yet I do so because that is enough for me. Over and over again I’ve experienced God blowing my socks off, in ways profoundly greater than I could ever hope for or imagine (Ephesians 3:20) So, I’m certain that these thoughts of mine are a far cry from God’s divine answer and plan. Again, just enough for me to hope.

So, Bible scholar I’m not, but some of the scripture verses I came across speak about animals, from the beginnings in Genesis, to the visions of eternity in Revelation. And, like every other matter of faith, I choose to believe, based upon the indications of scripture, that my God loves each and every animal that he made, perhaps most especially the ones he chose to be in the most intimate of relationships with us, the crown of creation.

Companion animals are unique and show us a pure unconditional love that we experience nowhere else on earth. How like God, that he would give us these beautiful creatures to allow us to experience God love in a real way. Anyone who has ever had a cat or a dog knows what I mean by adoration, loyalty, love, understanding, generosity, selflessness, and utter devotion. Companions like this are not to be found in the human realm. As much as a mother loves her child,  even that version of unconditional love comes with flaws and issues that require a huge amount of grace.

So, here are some verses for your own consideration. I’d like to know what you think. I’m standing firm on what I know to be the character of God, who loves us and his creatures without words.

Heaven is my hope and gives me comfort and meaning at this time of loss. Maybe one day we will have another heavenly creature in our family, but Buddy remains in our hearts and in our hope to walk with him again on the streets of gold.

“The LORD is good to all; he has compassion on all he has made.” Psalms 145:9

“26Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?” Matthew 6:26

“The creation waits in eager expectation for the sons of God to be revealed.” Romans 8:19

6The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little child shall lead them… 9They shall not hurt nor destroy in all my holy mountain: for the earth shall be full of the knowledge of the LORD,” Isaiah 11: 6, 9
“Whenever the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will see it and remember the everlasting covenant between God and all living creatures of every kind on the earth.” Genesis 9:16

“Then I heard every creature in Heaven and earth, in underworld and sea, join in, all voices in all places, singing:

To the One on the Throne! To the Lamb!
The blessing, the honor, the glory, the strength,
For age after age after age.”  Revelation 5:

“That the creation itself will be liberated from it’s bondage to decay and brought into the glorious freedom of the children of God.” Romans 8:21

“18-21That’s why I don’t think there’s any comparison between the present hard times and the coming good times. The created world itself can hardly wait for what’s coming next. Everything in creation is being more or less held back. God reins it in until both creation and all the creatures are ready and can be released at the same moment into the glorious times ahead. Meanwhile, the joyful anticipation deepens.

22-25All around us we observe a pregnant creation. The difficult times of pain throughout the world are simply birth pangs. But it’s not only around us; it’s within us. The Spirit of God is arousing us within. We’re also feeling the birth pangs. These sterile and barren bodies of ours are yearning for full deliverance. That is why waiting does not diminish us, any more than waiting diminishes a pregnant mother. We are enlarged in the waiting. We, of course, don’t see what is enlarging us. But the longer we wait, the larger we become, and the more joyful our expectancy.”  Romans 8:18-25

“They will be his people and God himself will be with them and be their God. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” Revelation 21: 3,4

Peace, at last.

Rest in peace my beautiful boy. I will miss you and all you have done to enrich my life. Some day we will walk again on streets of gold.

I love you, Buddy.


B U D D Y   E V A N S

Adopted home to live with us Thanksgiving 2005, at approximately 5 yrs of age.

Cancer took him from us far too soon, April 15, 2010

Good days

The writer and her muse

A favourite place to walk and talk

Graeme, Malcolm and their ‘Bud’

Claire’s best friend

Easter Buddy

We have been searching for ways to remember better days, laugh, cry, and lean on each other and God as we make the most of our remaining time together with Buddy.

This is our last day. Tomorrow Buddy and I will take our last drive in the car, and together we will embrace the inevitable. It’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. My heart is broken. I’ve tried to manage things as best I can, helping the kids to walk through this time and make lasting memories. I’ve tried to care for Buddy and make him as comfortable as possible. And I’ve tried to honour my own needs to be alone and close to my dog, express my love to him in word and in action, and to process everything as I try to begin to let go. At the same time I’m planning my trip to Cancun with CANDI INTERNATIONAL, to do an animal mission there with a friend and team of vets and animal lovers. It’s obviously God’s timing in all of this. I’m trusting it to be so.

These photos are timely reminders of how our pets can steal our hearts and become family to us. Perhaps pets are the only example of unconditional love on this earth? They teach us heavenly lessons. Buddy has taught me so much, even as he goes through this illness with dignity and stoic courage. What an amazing dog he is.

Trying to be strong, yet not succeeding,