As angels hovered They said goodbyes Through the mist Of Jordans chill Shadow of cross As time gave way They felt the urge to pray They clung To her breast Stained with tears Jordans waters Filled her lungs Stealing the breath That once sustained Leaving behind A weary shell Sweet presence lingered But for a moment As the glory Embraced her soul There was no doubt What ever the cost Eternal life her prize KJS
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Emotions
A surge of ocean fills the lungs
Drowning waves of conviction
Feelings like a bow of silk
Tied around the heart with weight
…
Caught between life’s ferris wheel
Impatient butterflies await release
While flutters fill the nervous cavern
One prays for fate or choice
…
The soul is lifted on the mount
Steep the climb valiant the strain
Vision excelled to distant hills
Breathless longing stilled crave lingers
…
Relentless instinct drains earths mortals
Without would be a brittle shell
Creation mimicked science versus
Love and hate would cease to exist
…
KJS
Homecoming
Cautious the winds
She wisps in and out
Weaving through realms
Of courageous war
Her spirit roams
Visiting familiar yet
Surveying regions
Careful not to embrace
To embrace would mean
She’d come home to stay
leaving behind earths magic
Restraints of gravity
Silent tearing catching destiny
Thus quick gasp of breath
Embrace now deliberate
Steady exhale of eternity
KJS
Inspired By A Gift Of Art
Why Does The Robin Sing?
Song through meadows
gather hearts along the way
reaching souls in need…
Fingers brush
soft tops of tiny
forget me knots
sending kisses
of memories to the soul
Along meadows blue
footsteps emboss the journey
leading sorrow to
cool waters a
hearts brook of healing
Resting beneath bowed
branches of life
one circum’s to the
inner beauty of peace
content with cherished remembrance…
The song through the meadows
has reached my soul an
everlasting impression of love.
KJS
Beautiful Piece by Sherry Reynard Art
The Feat of Former
Cobblestones beneath
a heavy heart
demonstrate impressions
of unforgotten truths
an endless pathway
incredibly worn…
From countless journeys
exists only to the souls
who are hiding broken
Exhausting thus
how ones life can be
amidst the measured
process of time
unhurried healings
wend their way…
Fighting murky thoughts
of yesterdays hurts
prayers released from soul
Curing rains
ones gifted tokens
now from bygone showers
they’ve washed the fear
between earths layers
leaving behind broken…
Through dust of cobblestone
shines streets of gold
leaden steps forgotten
KJS
Hope
The young sapling
quivers under the weight
of the young robins song
luring me to the backyard
of my daily life
that has become routine
For smell of April’s moist
earth reaches my nostrils
and travels welcomely
to my tired lungs
filling them with hope
thus promise of life
Renewed in faith
as my rubber boots
smile with each step
leaving behind embossed
footprints of assurance
for others to follow
Blue skies reflect
this path I’ve chosen
an exclamation mark
that claims its reward
confirmation of expectation
heavens embrace my prayers
KJS
The Visitor
Being an advocate for our seniors , always creating awareness for the importance of visiting the seniors, now that privilege has been removed…Amidst the world chaos struggling with the Covid-19 pandemic, the awareness is still a valid cause. This poem speaks of what it means to an elderly soul who spends day after day in a long term care home and then is blessed with a visitor. Now with strong measures in place with no visitors allowed to help fight against Covid-19 in the homes. Please say a prayer for these dear loved ones. I wonder if the saying applies, “you don’t appreciate what you have until it’s gone” 
Morning dew
cool tired feet
caressing each step
I feel relief,
drowsy daisies
start to stretch
welcoming warmth
from evenings slumber
Relief though faint
strength is gained
amidst the
dawning glory,
unfolding promise
clings with certain
embracing grace
with daylight hues
Meadows green
of afternoon
the comfort of
someones touch,
the lonely ends
as smiles begin
welcoming love
amid the words
Once again
the cool returns
yellowing rays
turn into gold,
I bid farewell
a day well spent
contentment folds in
peaceful rest
KJS
I want to add a very important note, a huge thank you and prayers to all our health care workers putting their lives on the line everyday to care for our dear seniors. God bless them and keep them safe ❤
Denial
No hidden code to cypher
as ink on cotton stained
a neon sign it blinds the truth
is it easy to walk away?
Be direct this is no riddle
without an answer in a rhyme
gaze upon the mirrored reflection
no crystal ball through time
Seniors now for once were youth
do we feel exempt?
denial devised to sacrifice truth
I hear the echoes of the steps
KJS
Amidst youth or mid life strides, it is very easy to push the truth back out of the way replacing it with myths that growing old is so far down the road; the truth is, it is on our back porch, and we will be stepping down placing our feet on the same path of life’s fragility.
Let’s join our voices in fighting for change, in creating that very important communication concerning end of life care, and the dignity, respect, privacy and compassion that are not only deserved but is crucial for the quality of life in seniors twilight years when they are taking their final steps on this earth.
For every like comment and share you are helping with this awareness. Thank you ❤
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Failing Footholds
Raising awareness through poetry for our dear seniors & elderly. Advocates are a necessity of life for these dear souls 
With every like share and comment you are helping create awareness. Thank you.
Failing Footholds
Hushed summer breezes fill the air
as silent lullabies calm the heart
cradled in promise we wait for the grace
to whom shall we go if we cannot walk
Absence of light the eyes are wearied
suspended in darkness lost voice of the soul
answers are hidden to questions not spoken
to whom shall we speak if we cannot talk
Beyond explanations intent of meaning
further than strength we lose our way
falling prey to no new beginnings
stumbling through life our only survival
KJS
Changing Colours
Now some may take offence to this writing but please take into consideration I am creating awareness, in honour and respect of our dear dad who left this world on February 29 at 11:35 AM. Surrounded by his daughters in a room where it reeked in lack of privacy, dignity, respect, and compassionate communication, these are things I will continue to fight for, for change for our seniors, our dear elderly who have earned the honour and respect to have a specific end of life care room. This poem reflects the truth in his death, his last few days and hours and the grief of his daughters. Thank you ❤
Pillows of grief cushion the fall
through veil of tears attempted goodbyes
interrupted by fear and impolite noise
death is lurking the soul in waiting
Bedside manners filled with prayer
holding the hand that soon will be gone
air is thick with cluttered interruptions
enters and exits rob us of moments
Angels hover our hearts are breaking
straining to hear breath of wings
clamorous shuffles we try to focus
songs are sung to mask such commotion
United despaired we cling to hope
that soon death will not be displayed
pleading for grace and a quite arbor
respect for a soul fighting for life
Solitude required why must we beg
like scavengers we crave for dignity
respect for our loved one on display
communication scattered lost in shuffled
Broken now the colours change
rapid breath before the calling
we strain to hear the heart of father
the hands once warm now feel the chill
He rushes now to meet our mother
embraced in heaven we say goodbyes
amidst our sorrow his pain is over
the show is over the curtain falls
KJS
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