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
Eternity & Wings
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.
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.
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
The icy snow capped waves
lash against my weathered mind
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.
Stroll with me and take my hand
I’ll lead you through my world
tiny favours of little waves
perhaps the song of a bird?
Look-! the sumac is in full bloom
the fragrance brilliant with colour
golden finch play in the meadow
in heart I run and pick a flower
The wheel chair is now my throne
these four white walls my home
so thankful when a friend stops by
but for a moment ~ wings to fly
So many lonely lost souls sit for hours day after day,
watching and waiting for someone who never comes. This world of
dementia ~ loneliness needs to be shattered with compassion and
time taken to brighten their day.
What is your hearts desire?
What does your soul crave for?
The ripples dance
as I step into
the river of life
I feel its life wash over my soul!
My lungs fill with song
as I inhale
the breeze from the tree of life!
My heart beats with joy
as I walk
with saints of old
the stories of His wonderful grace!
My soul is at rest
as I look
upon His face
the Emancipator of the redeemed!
This is my prayer
my hearts desire
what my soul longs for
a foretaste of heaven
will soon be reality!