The Great Lady Blue Heron

Her sinuous neck silhouettes

against the evening sky

as she progresses with determination

towards the waters of self reflection

Her reflection silent and unmoving,

stares calmly back at her.

What does she see? – past conflicts and ruffled feathers

but bids a peaceful, and proud independence

She evaluates her state

with a contemplative mind

determines her self and spiritual worth

eliminating all distractions of earthly life

The great blue heron has flown into the sun

her choice of flight inscribed on her heart

she wings her way to her realm of election

and there finds peace within her love

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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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Guarded Portals

My world awakes to soft pastels
Though sometimes hard to view
Beauty hidden surpasses dreams
Please share their purples pinks and blues

Bold black lines an ordinary life
Fashions of fences corralling feelings
Oh where is the portal? Is it guarded?
Yonder the sunset promised healing

KJS©

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Foundations of Truth

Crystal ships that hold no anchor
suspended by the oceans tide
reflections through the marbled slabs
hold no happiness an endless ride

Tall armoires that hold the riches
amethyst statues guard the fold
lighted lamps to hide such shadows
tables of glass that stand there bold

Hidden haven cloaked in ivory
its walls of linear lined with books
behind a desk with skillful hand
pages of knowledge the masters rook

Claws of gold that hold wood ransom
still life portraits share the breath ~
stale air that holds no promise
an empty world a kiss of death
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Open Spaces (Eternity & Wings)

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Fields of tall golden wheat
sway and bend with the winds
miniature brown field sparrows rest lightly
on the handsome strands of gold

Rays of the warm afternoon sun
beam proudly on rich ripened grass
promise of an abundance harvest
the sparrow sings and spreads its wings

Briefly I feel empowerment
connecting thoughts of promised flight
~ something has barbered my wings
they are sluggish and flap in vain

But for a short span of time
I was there ~ free from this weighted demon
I felt the wind beneath my wings
released from this dark veil

I look through steel white bars of loss
memory beyond this delicate cage
the latch on the door to freedom
held tight by the hand of dementia

~

KJS

Eternity & Wings

Eternity & Wings

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Looking Through The Glass

Buried deep within the glass
just beyond their reach
tiny bubbles trapped inside
form a world of mind and matter

Surface cracks just minor detail
fabricating lurking peril
future craters hold dark shadows
uncertainty of what lies ahead

Deception is its beauty
reflecting imagery mirage of hope
beveled edge that hold the prayers
tortured souls no longer cope

~

Final stages of dementia are frightening and in stark reality cruel.
In the fleeting moments one can offer love comfort through
soothing prayer, songs, and whispers of “all is well” as the tired
soul crosses over. Although the weary soul might not be able to respond in voice,
I believe with all my heart they can hear they feel the love, and whisper in their heart amen.

~

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Lullaby of Peace

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The smell of death is pungent
dementia lurking in the shadows
the air is heavy but with a calmness
the torture will soon be over

Months of sadness give way to silence
eyes speak of better things to come
I hold her hand and sing of day
where memories of this shall be no more

A soft wind blows in fields of peace
gentle is the lullaby that calls her home
release my heart oh soul take flight
realm of glory eternal life

~

I have sat and held the hand of precious elderly, prayed in their ear when

their eyes could not open; when they no longer ate because the dementia told them they were already full.

I have sat and sang at the bedside of dear seniors and felt their last breath of life on my cheek as they crossed over into the realm of peace and no pain. I have been so richly blessed and honoured.

~

We have a hope of eternal life no death or dementia can
hinder the profound promises of God’s word.
Hold onto these promises they’ll carry one through.

KJS

Silent Prayers of Dementia

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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 am 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

The Battle (of Dementia)

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The icy snow capped waves
lash against my weathered mind
tearing thoughts
bruising my weary being
I struggle to stay afloat

Treading water my eyes fix on a saviour
a boat though tossed about,
a lifeline a rescue ~
oh redeem me from my own judgements!

Wars that continue to rage
persist against the crashing breakers
catching hold with renewed strength
once again afloat, I pray it will last…
Oh dear God let it last!

~

In and out of darkness, fighting to stay afloat~
tortured places, these roaring seas of dementia, this is where
they go? This is where they fight for their life, their memory, their dignity!
Pray for strength, courage, and hope.
Pray for a cure.

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My Love My Valentine (Dementia holds no cupids Bow)

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Oh my love where have you gone?
I want to give you roses…

I am here! I am still here
although a shell my love runs deep

Oh my love remember vows?
I want to renew just you and I…

I am here! I am still here
although my mind seems distant,
my love for you is deep within my soul

Oh my dearest love so many years~
together we walked through sunshine and rain

I am here! I am still here
I’m walking slower these days
through the rain but crave the sun

Oh my love I will become~
a friend, and share the love!
Today I bring you roses
and reach out my hand in friendship

I am here! I am still here
Thank you for the roses
the fragrance is familiar…
I give you a smile and welcome your friendship

Happy Valentines my friend…
Happy Valentines my love.
Dementia has no cupids bow~

Old loves become new friends, and pray to fall in
love all over again. Prayers strength and courage for brave souls
struggling and dealing with this heavy cross.