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)

The Artist

Early morn
the sun
it stole
the shadow
from the
night

It rose above
reflected light
to sparkle
on the waters

Various shades
took on
earths hues
brilliant
mirrored through
views

The Artist
known
to all man kind
HIs
signature
in time

KJS©

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Today My Heart Remembered

Thanking God for the gift of memory. Through this precious gift, my heart can still see, hear, feel, and embrace the wonderful ~ treasures of my childhood. Dedicated to my dear mother who suffers with dementia. I will recall and visit your memories, I will tell you your stories so you can visit your precious sun-kissed days.

Today my heart remembered…

Echoes
childhoods past
footprints
in summers
sweet green grass
lazily walking
through fields of wheat
feeling the touch
cool earth on my feet

Untroubled laughter
still winged in the air
carried away
by bluebirds so fare
the songs ~ the carefree
rest in the clouds
released gentle rains
bring rainbows aloud

Splashes of dreams
still ripple in lakes
carried by driftwood
my heart it awakes
reflections in ripples
bless me in poem
through arbor of verse
softly I roam

Sun-kissed days
still shine through greys
stealing small doubts
vining the way
warmth of small smiles
that melt ice of fear
feeling the love
bringing memories near

Blessings
this season
embossed in snowflakes
a gift from my Saviour
His purpose ~ no mistakes
chapters of life
He allows me to share
carefully chosen
gift wrapped with care
KJS©

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Beyond The Slats

There are positive sides to dementia it is the ONLY positive side it is the PERSON who is chained to this deck of miserable darkness. We treat the disease, we charity for cure, we pray for healing, we faith for life substance, we sing for courage , and write for awareness and encouragement. We are speaking of a…

Beautiful person

character
likes
love
smiles
gestures
heart
soul

There is …

tenderness
laughter
feeling
tears
songs

Flickers of …

Remembrance
recognition
familiarity
dreams
calm

Look past the disease, look deep into their soul they are an individual, they are family. Reality ?This disease is a demon and must be treated as such, but treat the person with love, respect, compassion, and above all patience. When they lash out we have no idea what battles they are truly fighting inside their minds, we can only surmise. Is their life like looking through slats of time, a glimpse of the past, present, and future? no one truly knows unless you are the person on the other side of the conflict with the disease.

Just beyond the slats
vision of thoughts are clear
sometimes I reach the other side
tis then my heart it feels no fear

I cling to someones touch
a kiss upon my cheek
an understanding of my trial
they see my heart and speak

If I could choose to rid disguise
and drop this heavy burden
would be my glory my victory story
the rising of the curtain!

KJS

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