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
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
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
Lonely nights stretch into days
restless waiting for dreams
exhausted with counting
mirage of shadows
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
With shoulders drooped he makes his way
to the warm comfort of his chair.
she’s asleep now, his hushed burdens can be revealed.
Slowly, silently, weariness wells up in his eyes
and readily they fall down his weathered cheeks.
He doesn’t dab away the tears, but lets them fall freely now~
releasing exhaustion and emotion that no one bears witness to.
For a few moments thoughts are allowed to surface
but quickly sending them back to his crowded mind.
He shuffles through his doubts and fears
deciding which ones he needs and wants to accept.
A soft noise startles his minds quarrel,
but to his relief it is just the complaints of the old fridge.
Reaching for his bible he finds comfort in verses of faith,
closing his eyes in prayer to set free thankfulness~
humbly he asks for strength to bear this burden.
The Lord is his strength the rock of his salvation,
once again he draws from the ultimate source of grace.
He silently whispers amen in his heart
and without knowing falls into a well deserved slumber;
the dreams are the same…
holding hands and walking through meadows of green,
she knows him, and sweetly calls his name.
With tenderness and love they embrace under the tree of life,
the former life is past, dementia has no place in this land.
He is awaken by his wife’s hand gently resting on his arm,
he smiles at her and says “I love you”
without realizing he starts softly humming that beloved old hymn,
“I have heard of a land, where the sun is always shining…
God has promised in His word, bow thy head and you’ll be heard.”
Kenora, Lake of the Woods did not know it harboured a beautiful lady that had also suffered much grief in her young life, and would also be known as mom’s guardian angel.
Just down the lane on River Street; there nestled a little old house that was the home to a lovely Christian lady by the name of Nell Lodge. Nell Lodge lived with her brother Jack Lodge for many years, and never did marry. Nell was the sister to my mother’s mom Constance Kenora, the first white baby to be born into the Kenora district, part of the pioneers of this beautiful Lake of the Woods.
Also known as Nellie, she was recognized as a tender dedicated christian woman who attended lakeside Baptist church regularly, and was picked up by taxi with bible in hand, as not to miss a Sunday or weekly prayer meeting. Nellie did not drive or ride bike, and walking would be difficult given her wooden leg. Sadly as a young girl Nellie had lost her leg to cancer, and lived out her years with a cumbersome wooden leg. As a young girl she had been aggressively kicked by another child, and her leg had bruised quite badly. The bruise never did heal and tragically turned into cancer and had to be amputated, in its place a wooden leg with a brace. Mom said, “Auntie Nell was never one to complain” and she looked at life and its trials that they were meant to be, as God had a purpose for her life. Unknown to her one of those purposes would be to give shelter to my mom and be one of her lovingly guardian angels.
My mother moved down to her Aunt Nell’s after her father had come back from fighting in World War Two. He had come back a changed man and held unto demons from the war; this would have a lasting impact on my mom’s young life right up until this day. Mom recalls packing up her few belongings and leaving the little red mushroom house that was her home. Left behind sadness, abuse, and shadows of night terrors that still sometimes haunt her today, Thelma Sharpe (known as Holly) would leave her footprints in the dust of River Street as she made her way down the lane to be welcomed into her guardian angels arms of love, the arms of Nellie Lodge.
Mom recalls going to Lakeside Baptist church with Nell, and one time in-particular when the young people were singing. it just so happened that Lawrence Peters was on the platform singing when Auntie Nell leaned over and said to mom, “now there’s a nice young Christian man for you” , in time mom would court Lawrence Peters and walk down the isle in Lakeside Baptist church and say their vows. With heart brimming with love Nell her guardian angel attended their union revealing a luminous smile on her face.
Many years later and through chapters of life, Holly would follow her husband to Eastern Ontario, where they reside today in the town of Hanover in a little apartment. Due to distance, and lack of funds mom was sadly unable to make the 1846 KM trip to her old home town to say good bye to her dearest Aunt Nell. Nell Lodge would later move in with her sister Constance until moving to PineCrest where she would live out her remaining years, and it was there she would hear the call of her Lord, and go to her heavenly home to meet her Saviour.
Mom’s dream is to go back to Kenora and visit Aunt Nell’s grave, bring her flowers and say good bye. This will be her final trip to Kenora, part of her “Long Good bye” closure to another chapter of her life, that held sorrow, but also was covered by the love, dedication, and protection of a dear soul; a Christian lady that I would come to know as my Great Auntie Nell, my mom’s guardian angel.
Kathy J Snow
Her daughter ~ advocate for dementia awareness and “For the Love of a Mom”
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Parchment readied for the quill
prepared by prayer and faith
the word hath fetched a willing heart
established for this race
Such a vessel doth have its dues
the shoulder bares the cross
partaker of the bleeding Lamb
no trial to count a loss
Compelled by God His tender mercies
each inspiration quote and verse
fall fresh upon Thy humble servant
all doubts and fears dispersed
I step inside the canvas
For at the end of day,
I observe the room of clutter
From meadows green and gay! ~
My heart sings with the Buntings
I feel their song of cheer
The Chickadees and Kinglets
Bring the olive forest near, ~
Though once inside the wood I know
‘Tis only for a time,
When I shall turn my thoughts around
To the worlds of rapid time.
Dear Heavenly Father,
Days goes by so swiftly, moments but fleeting time. I pray I will make the most of every precious moment. Thank you for your beautiful creation. It is a balm for a weary mind.