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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Hidden (Sometimes Life)

Concealed
flowing tears
hidden fear
a heart so heavy

Engulfed
with anxiety
to much ~ too many
not enough hours

Compassion
overflows
soul filled with longing
an ache to become complete

Distance
fashionable safe
never revealing true dreams
is it too late?

Comforted
through sorrow
conversations not complete
opinion or argument?

Needed
by so many
never mending own heart
frays of coloured yarn

Aspire
peace of mind
heart of content
allowed to be ones self

Life
circle of circumstances?
deemed meant to be?
part of a divine purpose~
in HIs word on His mind
Calvary

~
KJS©

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Love Prevails

 

 

Crevices deep within the heart
hold the truest love
a vein of gold the band that holds
around her tiny finger

Worn from years of constant labor
his hand still bears the ring
symbol of infinite affection
constant reminder of true love

Endure through blinding walls of hail
the winds try hard to break the course
love remains their bond of strength
through dementia love prevails

KJS©

 

We face many challenges in this life. For richer or poor, in sickness in health…

My parents have faced a lot of uphill climbs throughout their years of dedicated love together.

This recent mountain seems so very steep rugged and sometimes out of reach of the victory at the top of the climb; but today was a “VICTORY’ stop, a rest on their way to the top.
Today my dearest daddy visited his loving wife in her new home Rockwood. Love holds no bounds, even through dementia love was visible.

There are more challenges to face but together as a family our love creates a bond that seems to give strength and courage when you feel you have none left.

Please continue to hold my parents in your thoughts and remember to whisper their names in your prayers.

God Bless
Thank you

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The Exchange

Find your compassion, feel the need, express your inner thoughtfulness, and find a dear soul to share it with.

 

Hold my hand and feel my life
the path though worn is there
Threads of memory still exist
tattered frayed and threadbare

Feel my heart ’tis broken and torn
do you have compassion?
Mend my soul with threads of gold
spun from interaction

Stay awhile to get a sense
why oft times I feel so lost
Now and then you’d never know
the heaviness of my cross

Bring a ray of sunshine with you
melt away the icy fears
Bestow me with the warmth of friendship
exchanging smiles instead of tears

KJS©

 

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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

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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

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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.