Spring Pantoum (Lighting the Lamp of Spring)

Source: Spring Pantoum (Lighting the Lamp of Spring)

Harbour Of Grace

When do I designate it a distraction ?

I lose my way in the wilderness of my being
existence only in the shell of my world
I create walls of shattered thoughts
mortar that crumbles beneath my feet

Weary I crawl and claw my way
through brambles and thorns
leaving surface scars of my journey

Do I ever reach the thought I’m thinking?

Will it every become an expression?

My words are scrambled as I fight for clarity
puzzle pieces have been lost and dropped
Will the canvas ever be whole again?

My harbour is vanishing before my very eyes
the lights are dimming in the thick dense fog
I’m prepared to lose the battle
my body is tired and growing heavy
tired of the struggle to stay afloat

Oh let me sink beneath the surface
the life line threads are unraveling
I am at peace my soul knows the way
inner peace welcomes me,
cloaks me with warmth and assurance
my soul is safe I am freed from this demon

I made it my feet touch the golden streets!

KJS©

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Calvary

From the window
of my heart
my soul is
cast in shadow

The drops of rain
that hit the pane
are flowing
from my eyes

Sensed release
it graces mind
as through life
I cast a glance

I read the chapters
one by one
how each trial
came through the fire

With each dawn
I call upon Calvary
re visit His blood
that covers my sin

Prevailed against
short comings to fault
I reach redemption
silver chord of hope

KJS©

Sacrifice

Samples of colour
splash my canvas
creating scenes
from glory palette
inspire to live
a giving life
to whom that
it was first given

Partake of thy soul
offer ones sacrifice
on the alter and
bend thy knee
pray to the God
from whence it came
refresh thy inner being
KJS©

Spring A New Song

Spring
(A New Song)

Frost chilled windows
embrace the sun
wash the sleep

from Winter’s eyes,


Awaken souls
 
caressed and kissed
 
by Heavens dew

alert the heart,


Promise of LIFE
 
resurrection proclaimed

as earths layers

redeem stubborn sod,


Victorious the bud

gives up to Spring

ablaze with colour

contributing canvas,


Brilliant finale

arrives with song

music on wings

from red breasted one,


Metaphor of Calvary

stirs the soul

attributes of grace

completes makes whole.


© Kathy J Snow

Potential Miracles

Miracles
currents of
positive energy
creating
faith and hope

Our hearts
experience joy
and relay
courage
to go
another mile

KJS©

Everyones take on miracles is different. Someones miracle to others may seem like
just a stroke of luck, while to that person it could mean living another day.

Footprints of the Past

Source: Footprints of the Past

Tomorrow Is Monday

Today the sun is shining, it is Sunday.
I miss my mom
longing for the days
of feeling the sense
of belonging
everything is right
as she stands
arms outstretched
hanging the laundry
on the clothesline
I MISS MY MOM

Today I feel the warmth of the sun
I miss my mom
Spring is in the air
I need my mom
to come back
from the dark of dementia
my heart aches for
her original smile
without the lurking
of a disease
I’m unsettled
I feel her anxiety
I MISS MY MOM

Tomorrow is Monday

KJS©

Today I’m feeling selfish..

Write My Dream

I woke up
screaming
I cannot remember
I can’t feel
my heart is bursting
my chest exploding
tears streaming down
frantically I
search my mind
my heart
my soul
I broke the rail
at the top of the staircase
holding on tightly
sobbing
anxious
afraid
shaking uncontrollably
I cannot control
my tears
my fears
I can’t remember
my family
my girls
I see their faces
in blurred vision
I know them
where are they?
were they here?
I’m in a cold sweat now
praying
pleading
please remove
this memory
this dream
I woke at 4:20 AM
from this nightmare
Oh God spare me
spare my life
I’m afraid
my mom has dementia
and I don’t want
to inherit this demon
…

KJS©

One Man’s Treasure

The old man leans upon the fence and ponders for a time

He gazes at the well worn gate as if it were a mime,

The crooked oak that shades the knoll a soldier standing guard

Protects the shed that once stood proud but now a ruin of chard.

 

The old man sighs and lifts an eye toward the open sky

He rubs his chin and shakes his head within does wonder why,

Years of toil and calloused hands reminder of the plow

What in turn was ones earned pay but sweat upon the brow.

 

The old man slowly turns perception toward the old farm place

Bows his head in mindful prayer for thanks to run the race,

No earthly wealth was his to own but work for what achieved

Grace thee old man’s fortune t’ was how that he believed!

Kathy J Snow©

 

(originally posted Aug 2013)