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Grieve Not


Shed no tears but tears of joy
For the brightest of spirit wings have unfolded
In the light of a new and eternal beginning.

They have not ceased with the earthly house of clay
But have transcended all things below
And have all earthly love with them still.

Their journey here below now finished
They begin their mission among the Celestials
With clear insight and loving purpose.

They see below, all those who remain
And offer up the purest prayer to the Light of All Lights
On our behalf.

And they wait in the span of the twinkling of mortal eyes
With open arms and the words, "Well Done"
For the homecoming of loved ones here below.

This life, so brief, so full of cares and weighted sorrow
Will one day pale in the light of that great and eternal day
When love is once again made whole and complete and united
Among the joyful shouts of "Welcome Home!"

In Loving Memory of those who wait: Alvin R. Mason, Ruth Mason Overstreet, Ethel Mason Baxter, Bill Mason, Arlie Underwood, Myrtle Owens Baxter, and the Greatest Love of Life, Terrence J. Sweeney


© 2006 Larry D. Mason 


 

     There are so many among the everyday living who are wracked with grief and bewilderment after the loss of their loved ones. I, myself, have lost so many allies here below in just over ten years; my Father, three Aunts, two uncles, my maternal Grandparents, and the love of my life who was only 33 years old, whom I laid to rest on a snow covered and bitter cold January morning after a two year war with cancer. It sometimes seems that I have spent more time in mortuaries than anywhere else. 


 

     I had become an expert in push meds, IVs, medical terminology, doctor visits, chemotherapy, radiation therapy, home hospice care, and running a household around all this chaos, that I had become someone that I didn't even know anymore. After all was said and done, I found myself drifting aimlessly for months. I was a shadow clothed in grief. I couldn't even cry. One night before taking the usual sleeping medications that I so desperately needed, and still amidst the sorrow and pain of all this loss, I turned to the Creator and asked Him to please reveal to me some wisdom of a little part of His universe that I may understand this design of life, and to help to relieve the burden of the grief that had immobilized me for months. I said, "Lord, I don't even know who or what I am anymore. I can't exist in this state anymore. Please take me out of this life, or help me to understand."

     In His wondrous and loving way, He spoke to my heart in a dream that night and said to me,"Then I will make you anew. In all things, in life and in death, I am your Lord, and I am Eternal. Know you this. Those who are removed from you continue, and are now infinite in their existence. They know, and remember all things below, and the love that they held in the flesh is still with them. Know you that all is well with them, and that they wait." The peace that filled my world the next morning at dawn was overwhelming. I pondered those words for weeks. I once was vain enough to think that I was surely due an instantaneous healing and restoration from the human suffering that I had come through at the early age of forty years. Now, I have come to know that the Lord who walks with us, gradually restores our lives with a greater wisdom, and then totally surpasses everything anticipated by planting in those who have lost and yet survive, the greatest desire to love and to reach out with reassurance to others who are now grieving. 


 

     Now, there is a refinement and a tuning to my senses after all of this transpired. I'm sure that those who have walked this same valley is very well aware of it. There is a greater appreciation to each day that dawns, a gratefulness for health, and a gentleness and deeper response to those around us who are infirm, grieving, ill, or in the final days of dying. The everyday chores of daily life have now become a little more smooth, and the stress that was once so great, is now just a stone to step over. To all those who have lost a dear loved one, may I speak from the heart and say to you, look deeper passed the grief, the loss, and the emptiness that you are now experiencing. Stand still in this moment and listen to your heart. The One who Sees and Knows all Things is always standing beside you. You are His child, and He knows your pain. You are not alone in the darkest of nights, but you are ALWAYS in the Presence of the Most High. In this oneness of self with the Maker of All Things there is an overwhelming peace. He loves you more than the human mind can possibly comprehend. Grow calm in the Greatness of the One who holds all things in the palm of His hand. He will renew your strength, your mind, and your body. Rejoice each day that dawns that you are one day closer to the greatest of all homecomings. You will once again see all those who are gathered on another and an everlasting shore. And there will never again be heard through all this Kingdom, the spoken words, "Good-bye." May God bless you and keep you in His tenderness.
 
Love, Peace, Joy, and Hope 

Larry Mason
 


 

Look For Me

All things in time
In time; all things
When on the breath of angel's wings
Delivered to a glassy shore
Sweet home at last
Forever more!

No mortal woe
No pain, no tears
No sad good-byes, no earthly fears
With all needs met and there supplied
By Christ The King
Now Glorified!

To see His face
The One whose love
Sent guiding light from up above
That pierced the clouds of storms in life
That conquered death
And human strife!

To see, restored
The lame and blind
And frailties of every kind
On streets of gold in robes pure white
That endless day
Without the night!

To sit beside
The crystal stream
And live that life-long earthly dream
Within the loving arms of God
Inside the gates
Where angels trod!

If you should cross
That great divide
Before my twilight eventide
I know I'll see that shining face
Among the Saints
Brought home by Grace!


© 2006 Larry Mason


 

O, Our Redeemer

O, Our Redeemer
We come to You with praise
Bless us this moment
And teach us of Your ways

Here in your presence
Beneath Your holy wing
Pour out Your Spirit
As we rejoice and sing

O, Our Redeemer
We lift our eyes to You
Gathered as children
We start our lives anew

Long have we journeyed
Upon this road of life
Long have we hungered
To taste the Bread of Life

O, Our Redeemer
Rain down on us Your love
Bind us together
As family up above


© 2006 Larry Mason



The Vessel

On a shelf unused for many years
Sits a vessel made of clay
Holding nothing but the emptiness
And the shadows of the day

It was thrown and raised upon the wheel
By an artisan of skill
For a purpose yet to be fulfilled
By another's price and will

It was used to hold the blooms of spring
And the amber leaves of fall
It was given as a gift to some
Who had nothing left at all

It exchanged from hand to hand through time
It was worn and damaged so
Then left on a shelf no more to use
As it had been long ago

Just as new wine cannot be contained
In a vessel used before
It must be housed in new vessels clean
That it may be fit to store

As the Master Artisan divine
Takes the vessel from the shelf
And returns it to its state of clay
And refines it to Himself

And upon the wheel with loving hands
Forms a vessel strong and new
To be used again by His design
Jars of new life, me and you


© 2006 Larry Mason


Grief

It is a silent and desolate place of the soul
A house in ruin
With windows and doors draped and sealed in blackest velvet
And time stands still.
It is a place of constant memory
Ebbing and flowing in a tide of loss
Of what once was and should be
But is no longer.
Shadows drawn by the shroud of finite
Envelopes and suffocates and stifles all reasoning
The hours drift by on a sea of indifference
The present and future are consumed in the darkest of night.
Impenetrable walls twined with the vines of sorrow
Gates of the heart rusted shut and washed an ashen gray
Within the merciless tears of confused despair
Dreams wax and wane and meld into days, then weeks, then into months.
There is no joy, no peace, and no hope here
Only the consuming need that death has taken with it
No healing balm, no word, no bridge on earth, can close this gaping chasm
Surrounding this island of despair called grief.


© 2006 Larry Mason


Behold the Last Day Of Your Life

Behold the last day of your life, an end to care and wanton strife
No more to walk with flesh and bones, thus comes the hour each man atones.
What judgment lies upon the dead? What mark remains on mortal head?
What mirror waits, what great reflection? What deed denies the resurrection?
What failure wrought another's pain? What loss allowed another's gain?
What free will need was cast aside, that you in comfort might abide?
What noticed tear was left undried? What healing balm was not applied?
What test of faith was shirked away, left for a less than trying day?
What alms within a pocket filled, remained there-in so selfish willed
What bounty great in storehouse slept, while silence of the mouth was kept?
What kindness from a heart of stone, eased suffering of one alone?
What gift of Spirit flamed your heart? What offering did you impart?
Was there one test of patience dealt, when justice by your hand was dealt?
Was there one day when you declined, the stewardship of love divine?
Was there one day of knowing bliss, that you bestowed a Judas kiss?
Was there one failure that this day, a balanced scale would tilt your way?
What lot was cast with haste and greed, a hungry mouth would better feed?
What game of chance with fate to tempt, will hold you on this day exempt?
What tithing of a bitter soul will keep you from this final goal?
What blot upon a lifetime spent will save you from the shroud now wrent?
What idols worshipped on this plane has left the soul with scarlet stain?
What city built on grains of sand by your demise will fail to stand?
What truths held high in your own mind are falsehoods for those left behind?
What arrogance and haughty pride will close the door now opened wide?
What prayer upon this day is heard? Is there a chance one golden word,
Will fall upon the Judge's ear, when lifetimes speak so loud and clear?
Do camels pass through needle's eye? Would dare a rich man even try?
Do chains in life chain down the ghost? What say you now, Great Lord of Host?


© 2006 Larry Mason


Ten Thousand

Ten thousand on the streets of home
Ten thousand on the shore
Ten thousand 'round the Throne of Grace
To sing forever more.

Ten thousand on the emerald hills
Ten thousand by the streams
Ten thousand diamond mansions stand
No longer made of dreams.

Ten thousand voices fill the air
Ten thousand praise the Son
Ten thousand hail the Prince of Peace
The victory is won.

Ten thousand martyrs robed in white
Ten thousand crowns of stars
Ten thousand censors offer up
Their sacrifice and scars.

Ten thousand miles of jasper walls
Ten thousand streets of gold
Ten thousand winged Angelic Host
Fulfill the Word of Old.

Ten thousand trumpets hail the day
Ten thousand thunders sound
Ten thousand times ten thousand years
Forever now is bound. 


© 2006 Larry Mason


O Lord Of Life

O, Lord of life and all my days
I long to know of these Your ways
This mortal flesh of doubt and fear
Can only rest when You are near
My heart transfixed on You above
Seeks out Your council and great love
My joy and hope is Yours alone
My strength in You is all I own
So many loved ones gone before
They wait beside the open door
They beckon me from halls of light
Their memories hold back the night
The days and years pass swiftly by
I lift my eyes toward the sky
I long to see you as you are
Beyond this life beyond the stars


© 2006 Larry Mason


Diamond Walls

A lifetime has its numbered
  Broken hearts and shattered dreams 
And disappointed efforts 
From the grandest plans and schemes

And loss of those around us
Who take with them all our love
To some bright shining somewhere
Only known as up above

For many, there are only
Memories to light the day
For some it is a struggle
To survive for one more day

And loneliness consumes us
Weary hearts without a friend
But there is consolation
On a day that has no end

The tears of The Messiah
Now adorn His golden throne
In radiance surpassing
Every star in heaven known

The price of earthly ransom
That He paid upon the tree
The tears of Christ, Our Savior
That He paid for you and me

For every tear shed worldly
Here upon this earth below
A diamond forms on jasper
In God's Heaven's walls, I know

And on that day when each heart
From despair and pain are healed
Those jasper walls of glory
To our eyes will be revealed


© 2006 Larry Mason


Magdalene

The air around her was so still
The dew was heavy at her feet
The sky was gray with breaking dawn
The scent of roses was so sweet

She walked the path to where He lay
The silent tomb from days ago
As she recalled the way He died
The bitter tears began to flow

Within her heart she kept the day
When at His feet she'd knelt in shame
With every sin before Him there
He had forgiven her of blame

Why would this One of perfect love
Reveal His presence so profound
To one as lowly as her kind
Releasing her when she was bound?

As she approached the garden tomb
The heavy stone was rolled away
And in the first rays of the sun
She knelt upon the ground to pray

For surely someone in the night
Had come to take Him from this place
She came this morn to honor Him
For granting her His saving grace

With broken heart and weary mind
She wept in sorrow on the ground
And in the moment of her tears
She caught her breath when at the sound

A voice said, Daughter, do not weep
For whom you seek, He is not there
He is arisen as He said
Let not your heart be in despair?

And with these words her soul rejoiced
Her tears of sorrow were no more
As she beheld this Man of news
Her heart had quickened as before

This is the Christ! The Son of God!
His gentle face, His loving eyes
But how His countenance has changed
His radiant glory fills the skies!

She rose to touch Him where He stood
She trembled so, how can this be?
That He, once dead three days ago
Now stands alive in front of me!

He spoke to her with firm reproach
To touch Him not, and then He smiled
For with ascension yet to be
He was transcended, undefiled

He spoke her name and bid her go
And take the peace she held within
For on this day as was foretold
The ever after will begin

And as His radiance increased
Her doubting mind and all she feared
Was swept away in blinding light
The Lord of Host had disappeared

She ran as fast as feet could fly
Her tears of joy had overflowed
And as she spoke of seeing Him
The Word that He Himself bestowed

They lifted from their fear and doubt
Their sorrow now replaced with love
All that He said was now fulfilled
For He was sent from God above

Within there hearts there rose a fire
They waited there so anxiously
In hope to see the Risen Lord
The One who died to set them free


© 2006 Larry Mason


Thomas

How many here have seen His face?
The news is spreading far and wide?
And yet we sit here in this place?
In who else do we now confide?

Can you not feel what you believe?
Is there no joy within your hearts?
Do you still doubt and fear and grieve?
Where is the love that Christ imparts?

I will believe when I can see
The Master's face with my own eyes
No faith can there be found in me
When all I hear are tales and lies?

If He arose as He has said
This is the third day, where is He?
Would He not come to us instead?
That we as one might truly see?

We are the twelve that He did choose
We are the few that still remain
What is there left for us to loose
If what He taught us is in vain?

The air within this place now turns
And fills with scent of sweet perfume
That calms the temper's rage and burn
To silence all within the room

There is a light as yet unknown
That draws each eye toward the door
That permeates the wood and stone
And shines across the rough hewn floor

Each heart is racing like the steed
Each nerve is tingling to the bone
As time stands still to not impede
This moment which is theirs alone

There is no movement of the latch
The door remains in linteled post
But through the wood and metal stays
Has passed the Lord, the King of Hosts!

His garments whiter than the snow
His face outshines the rising suns
The wounds He bore three days ago
Are healed, and scarred; five certain ones

On Thomas is His eyes now trained
To Thomas does He gently speak
Come see the scars where once blood stained
And in my side thrust your hand weak?

And Thomas did as he was bade
He touched the wounds where pierced the nail
And on His side where cut the blade
Of lance that proved of death's prevail

At Jesus' feet did Thomas fall
With joy, but in the tears of shame
How could he have such doubts at all
When he was trusted with Christ's name?

The Lord then turned and spoke to them
And blessed them all who had endured
The spirit dwelling now in you
By sacrifice is now procured?

When I ascend to God's right hand
Be not afraid, I will impart
The Comforter throughout the land
To soothe each soul and mind and heart?

I am the Key to Heaven's Gate
I am the First, the Last, and All
When you despair, be still and wait
And on My Name believe and call?


© 2006 Larry Mason



 


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