Tuesday, July 9, 2013


A few days ago I said I would put my poem Flowers of Heaven here for you to enjoy and absorb the fragrance of its beauty. God loves you so much. Read each line and meditate on it. Journal on the words He speaks to you.
Flowers of Heaven

My Children, you know I see each of you as individuals in My Eyes.

I see you as precious, brilliant flowers of Heaven.
One day you will live here with this blanket at your feet.

The flowers of Earth are imperfect, subject to the elements,
Trampled on by others, damaged by insects.

But you I see as the flowers of Heaven.
So brilliant in their colorful array.
They are of every shape, size, and variety.

I planted you and watered you with My Tears.
I watched you blossom and grow.
I love that I see you in full maturity.
In My generosity I give you an entire garden.
It is radiating with perfection.

I give you pansies and calla lilies.
I give you flowers you cannot name.

I lead you to a place where flowers smell sweet.
I lead you to a place where water runs freely.
Here only justice and peace thrive.
Here is only a place of Paradise that I prepared for you.
I give you a glimpse of this place where
works and burdens will disappear.
Give your thorns to Me and I will give you My Roses.

Are you prepared to kiss My Wounds?




Wednesday, July 3, 2013


      I love Fourth of July - well, actually love all holidays, but the Fourth is special because of warm memories of my past. I grew up in a medium-sized city where I knew almost all the high school students and was class secretary for three years. That and being president of my eighth grade influenced me at a young age. We used to go to Middleboro where my cousins lived for the fireworks. Fun times.
       My family had a two-story house on Floral Street in Taunton, MA. We lived downstairs and my grandmother lived upstairs. At the end of the street was an open area where we would gather firewood and set it ablaze on the Fourth. All the neighbors would be there and especially my school friends. Many times when  my mom wouldn't let us out, my sister, Janet Custer, and I would climb out our bedroom window and sneak down. I really don't know if my parents found out or not. My mom was extremely strict, and my sister always had a boyfriend to meet.
      Because of my move to Tucson, I have not kept in touch with those neighbors except Eddie Perry who still lives across the street from where I was born. He, my sister, and I got together in May when I visited there and we had a chance to reminisce ( I can never remember how to spell that word, but love using it in a sentence.)  Eddie still knows all the people on the street, those who moved, those who died, and those who have been born.
       Eddie's mom used to grow gladiolus and sell them for $1.00 (yes, one dollar) a dozen and always added one more for a baker's dozen. I remember watching them grow and anticipating the day they would go on sale. My mom would give me a dollar and I would walk so carefully across the street to purchase. We had a special vase reserved to display those luscious, colorful blooms. That is one of the flowers mentioned in a poem from Small White Hearts, on page 177, Precious, Brilliant Flowers of Heaven  www.smallwhitehearts.com  I'll insert on my  next blog.
        I didn't get into too much trouble for the other holidays, except Halloween when I would soap many windows as I walked from my house to downtown to view the parade. Remember Ivory Soap?Broke a few panes of glass, too, accidentally, by writing Trick or Treat! I also used to take down signs for any opponent my Uncle Johnny Parker would have as he was State Senator for many years and it was election season. That was my greatest secret - not telling anyone I removed the signs and left them on the ground nearby. Did I ever go to Confession on that? Not too certain.
        Doing something different for the Fourth this year. I live at the foot of A-Mountain where all the fireworks go off at dusk. Usually my relatives, friends, and neighbors visit my house for food. Then we sit on my front lawn and wait to the fireworks. This year I am going to friend Katherine's house where we had my signing party. She has invited all of us to watch from her Foothills home and see the magnificence of them from there. Should be wonderful change of scenery.