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

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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

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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 ❤

Ravelled Rainbows

 

Leading up to July 5th, and here on after…
I love you mom…….

I do not just remember on this day, but every day.

When you come into this world, birthed by your mothers hard labour of love,
there is instant trust, and with each day that passes this trust of love grows to the strength of your whole being. As you grow and the world changes around you, one thing remains constant, strong and true, your mother’s love.
The love I speak of is now contained within my very being, stored up throughout the years for such a time as this
Never in all my years did I once give it a passing thought, a hint of worry, that I would not have my mother, she was always there, no matter what, when , how or when…she was always there!

Through eight years of caregiving for this generous precious soul I call mother, I can honestly say I stayed focused on her, not the what ifs…. and I have such wonderful memories, stored up from each moment spent with her.
There is too much to write, and the words continue to fail me as I dare describe what she means to me, and how I miss her touch however, I was blessed to have a peek into the very depths of her heart and soul before, between, and on the other side of that horrific disease dementia that she carried as her burden, her last struggle in this life. I can honestly say, “God bless you mom! I love you! You are alive in my heart and alongside of me through the rest of my journey here on this earth, Thank you”!

 

I feel the touch
of her warm weathered hand
her soft gentle voice
as it carries my soul,
over the years
to once upon her knee
where safe in her arms
I could weather my storms

In mind once traced
the lines of her face
etched in my heart
a canvas of love,
remembering whens
making changes along the way
revealing dreams
of her hearts hidden schemes

Ravelled edges
of hidden rainbows
remnants of joy
created through,
sunshine and tears,
In search of one memory
to take comfort in life
oh just one little memory!

Hushed melodies
once songs of faith
trickle through the
hidden corridors of loss,
beating against her armour
riveting waves that
fashion and fabricate
her very inner soul

The cool dew
caresses her toes
as she runs through
the meadows
with her loved ones
earthly battle vanishes
through her realm
of continual joy

Lovingly,
Kathy

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Silent Prayers Of Dementia

There are days when the rays
light the path to expectation
a glimmer of understanding
through a light touch
it thrills my heart
and lets me know
I m not alone

Many are the afternoons
when the clouds gather
I wait to see the break
…oft so many times
they will darken
anxious storms
are near

Lonely nights stretch into days
restless waiting for dreams
exhausted with counting
mirage of shadows
through meshed
confusion my
voice is silent

In this blackness a silent soul
finds an arbour of conveyance
through the dark He walks
holding my hand and
hearing my prayers
silent assurance
set free
~
KJS

 

Wrote this #poem awhile ago while I stood in the shadows of this giant demon #dementia …. So thankful our dear mother is now at peace ❤ safe within the arms of her Lord and reunited with her family and friends who went before her ❤ Her silent prayers were heard….

 

In loving memory of my dear mother who passed away July 5, 2017 at 7:30 in the morning while her robins sang a song of peace.

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His Promise

Rays of sunshine
hold tomorrows
an open paragraph
to life’s journey

A silent heart ..
ones rainbow ending
faith reveals and
covenant enfolds

Clutched within a
priceless promise
His opened hand
reveals true love

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©

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
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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.

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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)