Cardinals of persuasion

A prayer with hope and restoration...

Waiting on the edge of eternal waves of destiny... 

a Cardinal flew upon my shoulder with a Heart worthy 

of devotion bringing a message from my dear Mother... 

who left me one night just after Christmas celebration... 

I had felt her Spirit as it left her body and moved the curtain 

between heaven and earth, leaving a light that shines in 

the darkest of nights when we are sequestered in fear... 

And lo, an Angel drew near with wings of gossamer and silver  

leaving ripples in the ocean where beauty lies in the 

reflection of eventide where love abides.  

Amen 

   

 

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

What a moving, inspired and perfectly lovely poem dear Pat! Cardinals are little harbingers, messengers from beyond. Thank you for sharing this ultimate and profound experience with us- your mother reaching out in love, through the silver membrane of life and death, to communicate to her beloved daughter via a Cardinal...the imagery unforgettable...” the reflection of eventide where love abides.” Yes. I loved this and thank you so much for it. Xo

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Annette... thank you ever so much for your warm and charming review. It is comforting to know that the lovely Cardinal bring us messages from our loved ones. My Mother always told me that I was her Rose unfolding. She China painted Roses and Violets on China plates to give as gifts.
I try to be as giving of love as she gave me and others also. Tenderly, Pat

[NotUsinganymore]

VEry sweet poem about loss. Even if they are gone, their spirit and memories are forever.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest JungLee.. lovely to read your review... yes, our loved ones are Spirits that watch over us in many ways. Be well and safe to you and yours, gently, Pat

[NotUsinganymore]

Thank you! Please read my poem too c:

[Patricia Wedel]

I did read your poem... blessings to you and yours.
Enjoy the "Light" and the Stars at night. gently, Pat

[NotUsinganymore]

Thank you c:

[Unspoken poet]

This is so wonderful and lovely, awesome write

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Kay-T... when the world is bewildered and we look for hope... we hear the song of our most beloved Bird... with the sweetness only a Mother can impart.. with encouragement of the sound of a heavenly Harp played by an Angel who soothes our broken World. gently, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

How warm and wonderful your words are here. Yes, I believe we receive messages from those we lost. Sometimes in the form of a bird, a butterfly, or even a cloud. Your mother was a beautiful lady. Your words touched me. Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lydia... with the sunrise... I feel the warmth of her love as the birds wing their way to our heart. They do impart a message so gentle as when a Mother smiles and in return... we give to others a place of peace at eventide. gently, Pat

[John the Baptist]

I have seen some cardinals recently, but none has perched on my shoulder. Sounds like a good omen,

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John... I meant that in a poetic way... however, Cardinals come to my feeder outside my kitchen window every day. I have a lot of relatives that have passed. All the Cardinals love oiled sunflower seeds.... like a family Reunion.
gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the cardinal's song...one of joy and hope...as your mom would want you to hear...
beautiful...
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... I see many Cardinals every day outside our kitchen window where I leave oiled sunflower seeds. There is one female Cardinal who never is afraid... I love to think she is the Spirit of my Mother.
It is lovely to grow older for both of us. There is a bright Red Cardinal that I know is enamored with my Mother... and so it goes. Thank you for your gentle review. softly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

A gorgeous write to a beautiful and wonderful mom. She is visiting you indeed to keep the love alive and her memory too. Good that you cherish her and write about her.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sami... I appreciate your gracious review of a
portrait of my Mother who was an artist and a seamstress of dress couture... she loved flowers and babies and birds as well as animals. I have no choice, but to be a poet where Art is painted in words. gently, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

All true and well said. You are welcome....

[Patricia Wedel]

dear folks... my Mother was the sweetest flower
as shown in the photo... she gave birth to me when
she was seventeen and she passed when she was
fifty-seven. Now she visits me as a Cardinal which
stirs my soul and encourages me to carry on with a
lust for living through all sorts of weather and circumstances.
the Author, Pat