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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Higher Than Hallelujahs
Hell on earth is just a breath away Time an essence of life inhale and exhale the hours Between a breath of prayer but…. He takes my soul and lifts it …. Higher than hallelujahs Above the hues of promise In the midst of rejoice my assurance is firm …Higher than hallelujahs A war between shadow and sunshine Conflict of words break heart Oft times broken in spirit Between a breath of prayer but… He takes my soul and lifts it …. Higher than hallelujahs Above the hues of promise In the midst of rejoice my assurance is firm …Higher than hallelujahs KJS2021
Mans Best friend
Paths of enchanted aged wood
Entwined with grain of silence
Delicate texture combined in dreams
Who crawls beneath the fence
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Subtle colours blending thoughts
Of faithful ways portrayed
Devoted hands that feel and taught
Run as if through meadow
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Softest wind as if to speak
Once embraced the master
Told the tale of happy times
When t’would meet at end of day
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Paw prints etched on golden streets
Boundless joy for endless strolls
Content at last she nuzzles close
United with her master
KJS
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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
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
KJS2018
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
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KJS
Eternity & Wings
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
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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
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
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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.
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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
The Battle (of Dementia)
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!
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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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