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The Golden Years? (Stairways of Silent Tears)

2 Timothy 2:3 (NLV)

Take your share of suffering as a good soldier of Jesus Christ.

 

God bless our dear #seniors who have given their lives and have sacrificed so much to raise their families. Seniors need our #love, #care and #companionship. Let us all remember, if the Lord terries one day we to will be a #senior.

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Through aged eyes they see strangers,
where is the family that they have borne?

Long hallways of endless panels,
take the place of delightful garden paths

longing for companionship,
an endless stairway of silent tears

The desire to visit the old homestead,
in its place just shadows of the past

Days and weeks blend into years,
happiness fading into loneliness

Gnarled hands that yearn for touch,
once worked hard to raise a family

Straining for sound of child’s footsteps…
only voices of the past linger in their mind

Dear souls who gave so much, now are given less, 
where is the family that they have borne?

So much is taken but how much is given?
love~respect~honour-! this is their right, is their cry

Todays ~ tomorrows turn into yesterdays~
memories they ache to share

Tenderly with helplessness their hearts cry out,
just take a moment~ can you spare a minute?

Through aged eyes they see strangers
Oh where is the family that they have borne?

KJS

Stairs of Silent Tears

 

Ephesians 6:2 (KJV)

Honour thy father and mother; which is the first commandment with promise;

 

These years of the elderly, are so fragile and a time in life when they need to be surrounded by #love #family #support #affection and #kindness,. Don’t let their last years of life slip away being left alone left with a “stairway of silent tears” #Help remove the shackles of loneliness and neglect, and replace them with compassion and embrace time spent with them.

God bless

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8 thoughts on “The Golden Years? (Stairways of Silent Tears)

  1. Oh, how sad and yet so true! Your words never fail to move me, Kathy. How well you depict the so-called ‘golden years’ as more of a faded splendour, with memories haunting its hallways, refrains from half-remembered music muddying up the mind, and loneliness echoing through long nights and days. Your tender heart for the lost, lonely and unloved is clear. We all face age and infirmity and this is a strong call to take care of our seniors because all too soon we will become one of them. Thank you for sharing such a poignantly painful poem. Blessings and grace to you as you minister the same to these dear souls. 🙂 x

    • Dear Joy, Thank you. I am always so grateful and blessed when you stop by. Your thoughts and comments move me. I believe our seniors are part of our Master’s bouquet; there is no reason for them to wither all alone, especially on their last few miles of their journey. 🙂 xx

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