The Mastery

Distraught once more He’s at the door

begging for admission

hesitantly masquerading an offer of submission

 

Without a leaf to feather bloom growing quite attached 

influenced by the deadened wood

I reach the  hovel throw open the latch

 

Once inside farewells are said to inner hidden demons

I grant myself forgiveness   

subjection released the soul weary beyond reason

 

Salvation wrought through ones bequest

baptized in term belief

returning to the roots I leave behind such blatant grief

KJS

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In Honour

Their tears fall 

on our cheeks through rain

as the families weep 

for the loss 

of their loved ones

poppies line the heart of hearts 

as there sacrifice 

marches through time

footprints of our soldiers 

etched in our souls 

as history floats by 

through winds of the eleventh hour…

Through song prayers and silence

We shall forever remember respect and honour

KJS

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The Great Lady Blue Heron

Her sinuous neck silhouettes

against the evening sky

as she progresses with determination

towards the waters of self reflection

Her reflection silent and unmoving,

stares calmly back at her.

What does she see? – past conflicts and ruffled feathers

but bids a peaceful, and proud independence

She evaluates her state

with a contemplative mind

determines her self and spiritual worth

eliminating all distractions of earthly life

The great blue heron has flown into the sun

her choice of flight inscribed on her heart

she wings her way to her realm of election

and there finds peace within her love

KJS2018

Faith Beyond The Chains

No recognition in the brown of her eyes
i miss the touch of her voiced memories
one by one they vanish leaving me with sorrow
and her with outbursts fuelled by frustration

We continue to guess what may be the cause
surmise to bring small comforts
conclusions masked with bitter hurt
but there are no winners here at all

Endless hallways tiled with failed circumstances
fallen between the cracks awaiting fulfillment
become dormant part of the crumbled plaster
given up by the deteriorating walls of hope

Heavy chained to the demon
barred from reality there is no key
the lock corroded with prescriptions of
empty promises bandaids for remaining life

 

KJS2018

Dedicated to my dear mom who battled dementia for over 8 years, and went home to Glory July 5, 2017 on the wings of angels and a song by her 5 robins ❤

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