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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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

I Dream of A Garden (But for a Moment Wings To Fly)

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

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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.

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The Golden Years? (Stairways of Silent Tears)

2 Timothy 2:3 (NLV)

Take your share of suffering as a good soldier of Jesus Christ.

 

God bless our dear #seniors who have given their lives and have sacrificed so much to raise their families. Seniors need our #love, #care and #companionship. Let us all remember, if the Lord terries one day we to will be a #senior.

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Through aged eyes they see strangers,
where is the family that they have borne?

Long hallways of endless panels,
take the place of delightful garden paths

longing for companionship,
an endless stairway of silent tears

The desire to visit the old homestead,
in its place just shadows of the past

Days and weeks blend into years,
happiness fading into loneliness

Gnarled hands that yearn for touch,
once worked hard to raise a family

Straining for sound of child’s footsteps…
only voices of the past linger in their mind

Dear souls who gave so much, now are given less, 
where is the family that they have borne?

So much is taken but how much is given?
love~respect~honour-! this is their right, is their cry

Todays ~ tomorrows turn into yesterdays~
memories they ache to share

Tenderly with helplessness their hearts cry out,
just take a moment~ can you spare a minute?

Through aged eyes they see strangers
Oh where is the family that they have borne?

KJS

Stairs of Silent Tears

 

Ephesians 6:2 (KJV)

Honour thy father and mother; which is the first commandment with promise;

 

These years of the elderly, are so fragile and a time in life when they need to be surrounded by #love #family #support #affection and #kindness,. Don’t let their last years of life slip away being left alone left with a “stairway of silent tears” #Help remove the shackles of loneliness and neglect, and replace them with compassion and embrace time spent with them.

God bless

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Countdown Continues (Treasured Blue birds)

My countdown capture today is a reflection from the poem “The Gift” I posted yesterday! For those of my family & friends that read it, and recognize the photo with the smile in the clouds….well ~ these are the blue birds! ( also a treasured gift) Have a wonderful Saturday and drive safe. 

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The Gift (Precious Memories)

Thanking God for the gift of memory.

Through this precious gift, my heart can

still see,hear,feel,and embrace the wonderful ~ treasures of my childhood.

 

Today my heart remembered…

 

Echoes 

childhoods past

footprints

in summers 

sweet green grass

lazily walking 

through fields of wheat

feeling the touch

cool earth on my feet

 

Untroubled laughter

still winged in the air

carried away  

by bluebirds so fare

the songs ~ the carefree

rest in the clouds

released gentle rains

bring rainbows aloud

 

Splashes of dreams

still ripple in lakes

carried by driftwood

my heart it awakes

reflections in ripples

bless me in poem

through arbor of verse

softly I roam

 

Sun-kissed days

still shine through greys

stealing small doubts

vining the way

warmth of small smiles

that melt ice of fear

feeling the love

bringing memories near

 

Blessings

this season

embossed in snowflakes

a gift from my Saviour

His purpose ~ no mistakes  

chapters of life

He allows me to share

carefully chosen

gift wrapped with care

KJS©

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In loving memory of my dear “Grandma and Grandpa Peters” who brought to life so many beautiful bright rainbows in my childhood! Merry Christmas! I love and miss you both!

Birthday Blessings (No Greater Gift)

Shout out ~ shout out

the sounding JOY

in a manger

a baby boy

~

Hark I hear

the angels wings

PEACE on earth

is what they sing

~

I hear the bells

they tell a story

our precious Saviour

comes in GLORY

~

No greater gift

beneath the tree

sacrifice

of CALVARY

~

Birthday blessings

to our king

for His GRACE

our praises ring!

~

KJS©

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Dream

Ivories that stretch for miles

In my dreams they bring me smiles,

Ebonies black, black as night

In my dreams take wings of flight.

 

I feel the pulse as fingertips draw near

To caressing keys that are tuned to ear,

Note upon note and layered in song

I know it’s where my heart belongs!

 

Reflections of melodies from heart to strings

Burst from my soul as the seven foot rings,

Fingers unite through innocence of white

From dreams to reality pure heavenly delight.

 

Kathy J Snow©

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