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Serena Scarlett
Serena Scarlett

22 February 2021

Somewhere it all gets reconciled
The fragmented comes together
The forlorn comes into love
The broken Whole again
Pain is suffered no more

Separated now in our silos of anguish
Doesn't need to be
Its part of a prophecy you see.

There is a Place
If you listen very carefully
In the Stillness in between
Its hidden there
Just waiting for
You & Me

Us and Them will no longer condemn
The misjudged
used and abused
will find Healing
A grand golden Giagantuois Healing

More powerful than any calamitous raucous riotous ruckus
That this human race
Keeps trying to Fuckus

Somewhere it is reconciled
The fragmented has comes together
The forlorn have found Love
What was broken is perfect and whole again

The pain too many had suffered is no more

The Peace that passeth all understanding is the new and solid Foundation.

Somewhere Angels are singing this in Exultation.

The Pot

13 January 2021

Complicated grief is a thing they say
If true I have that on many a day
I feel loss from this and that
I have grieved,
mourned and pained.
Its now though ...
so much I have gained
All lack is filled by Love
Its about finding new ways to love
Placing those lost loves and things in new spots.
New spots in mind,
in heart and soul.
Its not whats lost
its ...well...
Look at the Lot!
Easy for me to say
Lucky I have you my darling Steve
I give and enjoy love
My mind lingers less on what loves and things were lost
And beams and smiles on our bountiful pot.
I followed the rainbow to the pot of gold.
Focus on what I can do
not what I cant.
Being who I am
Not what I aint.
This way I have a whole new picture to paint.
Coloured by emotion
I am a Rainbow in motion

Memory Fades in Time

21 December 2020

Yes No Maybe
I dont know what to say
What Are the right words to soothe dismay?
Maybe memory will behave akin to forgivenes of a lover
The betrayal of one with another
Able to forgive
Never to forget
The body holds the pain and part of us will never be the same.
Learning not to re-live
Every time there's a trigger
And not be so bothered
even though its a bugger
when it feels like the rug's been pulled out from under.
New bases
are the foundations
Everything will be alright
Now there's a roof
And a new street Light
Sleep tight
Wake up Bright
All manner of things
will be Alright.
May you be granted
this wish
as your personal insight
Keep you n Bless you Every Day, every Night.

Life in Death

12 December 2020

There is a season
then another
we cant see the reason
Every dog had its day
And no more to play
Creation and growth
Then nothing but Destruction
Mother Nature has four seasons winter spring summer autumn
All for good reason?
The rising up
the falling down
Life giving and taking
that raked cloak figure lurking
Moment to moment new life is born
And others torn away for which we mourn
We live a Life then we Soujourn
Life is within death
A new first breath
Nothing is permanent
And this creates consternment
I am happy then sad
Glad and then mad
Help me seeds of flower
To know you will blossom there after the next brief shower

Prayer Trees

8 December 2020

You send up your first fronds with shimmering green
The unfurling offering hope
after all the devastation that's been
Your light and life is for all to aspire
After all that black when we felt so flat
It hit my head and heart with a mighty splat
But the prayer trees are everywhere to be found
Not just one small fern tree but in groups together so tall
"Look at me".
"Prayer Trees" I acknowledge as I pass you by.
Ever reaching, your veritable hands are silently preaching
Look up and lift up
into the Light
The dark charcoal earth and stark trees are nothing now
Row after row beside you reminders of natures fiery power
That dark past is gone with rain and shower
There IS new life it's a constant power.

The Bushfire Counsellor

24 November 2020

The Bushfire Counsellor
I wonder sometimes what life's for? Burnt tree tops tell me of so much more.
But there's purpose now.
I am reminded of my task
when I see your dark dead stretches.
Strangely I feel at home at last.
Stirring a rising promise as I pass the twisted blackness.
Even though it's not my patch
I travel to find you ...
Because I'm told how much your heart aches.
It was like falling in love, discovering the shared humanity of many.
Helping in little or big ways.
Together finding answers to whatever you may need.
So much stuff and it's been oh so tough.
No-one else really knows what everyone went through.
Though even if you don't tell me straight away I can tell if you're blue.
It's my job to.
I am here for you.
I believe in you.
Please Trust in You too.
I listen and try to grasp the unfathomable depths of despair that some of you share.
Being with you and at times offer a guiding light so you wont give up the fight.
The catastrophic devastation in just about every station.
How to make life better?
We will weather or better yet - conquer this together.
Sharing the loss
the pain
the trauma or
the ongoing lack of order.
Within your story
we keep searching and gradually unburdening.
Or looking for ways to ease yours and others pain.
You say some sense of normal is what you hope to regain.
We do this repeatedly even though its tough.
Facing the rough and talking it thru.
We walk it too.
Find a pathway forward
and plan whatever way we can.
To rebuild or start anew.
We will do it together,
Me and You.
It's going to take some time
to climb out of this decline.
And many helping hands
with lots of trust and coping.
Or even just plain hoping.
Challenged that its all lies because no one still lives in tents with pegs and ties!
"We have a cabin for them, anyone still doing it tough".
Ok good let's do this then and fix that sleeping rough.
"Oh no, we don't help Them!
They must own their land".
Lets help a homesick person then.
No. Same again.
Its others we offer a helping hand.
You must fit this box
tick this list fit this bill
be this and that
and oh ...still have hardship.
Who doesn't... what the heck! And don't forget!
Apply by this or that date
or it's all too late.
Damn it all.
Help me cut across this red tape.
I will jump the hurdles with you.
Stand beside you when angry words start to bubble. Boil, boil, fire and trouble!
In truth I have to tell you
this too will pass
this rage
this sad stage
this endless loss and pain.
You will come good,
you will regain.
And best of all
- you can stay sane!
Share your plan big or small
The one in there somewhere of how you will enjoy
life to the full.
It's a long trail with hills and dales.
Heavy backpacks that won't come off your shoulders.
What's that you say feels like you're carrying rocks and boulders?
Sometimes lots of pain with little gain. But remember all effort is not in vain.
I tell you please, please know it won't last forever.
The times will ease.
You will once again feel better.
It's not about doing the best you can.
It's just - do whatever you can. Enjoy what you have.
Believe me
it's just about living and Being see.

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