Silent Prayers Of Dementia

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 m 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

 

Wrote this #poem awhile ago while I stood in the shadows of this giant demon #dementia …. So thankful our dear mother is now at peace ❤ safe within the arms of her Lord and reunited with her family and friends who went before her ❤ Her silent prayers were heard….

 

In loving memory of my dear mother who passed away July 5, 2017 at 7:30 in the morning while her robins sang a song of peace.

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Harbour Of Grace

When do I designate it a distraction ?

I lose my way in the wilderness of my being
existence only in the shell of my world
I create walls of shattered thoughts
mortar that crumbles beneath my feet

Weary I crawl and claw my way
through brambles and thorns
leaving surface scars of my journey

Do I ever reach the thought I’m thinking?

Will it every become an expression?

My words are scrambled as I fight for clarity
puzzle pieces have been lost and dropped
Will the canvas ever be whole again?

My harbour is vanishing before my very eyes
the lights are dimming in the thick dense fog
I’m prepared to lose the battle
my body is tired and growing heavy
tired of the struggle to stay afloat

Oh let me sink beneath the surface
the life line threads are unraveling
I am at peace my soul knows the way
inner peace welcomes me,
cloaks me with warmth and assurance
my soul is safe I am freed from this demon

I made it my feet touch the golden streets!

KJS©

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One Man’s Treasure

The old man leans upon the fence and ponders for a time

He gazes at the well worn gate as if it were a mime,

The crooked oak that shades the knoll a soldier standing guard

Protects the shed that once stood proud but now a ruin of chard.

 

The old man sighs and lifts an eye toward the open sky

He rubs his chin and shakes his head within does wonder why,

Years of toil and calloused hands reminder of the plow

What in turn was ones earned pay but sweat upon the brow.

 

The old man slowly turns perception toward the old farm place

Bows his head in mindful prayer for thanks to run the race,

No earthly wealth was his to own but work for what achieved

Grace thee old man’s fortune t’ was how that he believed!

Kathy J Snow©

 

(originally posted Aug 2013)

Heart of Cape Spear

 
Today I felt the wind on my face
frosty air for the birth of June

Over rocky cliffs I choose my steps
keeping the white capped blue within my view

Devotion of love for such a dear friend
Led me to the tip of Cape Spear

I felt your presence and your angels
your heart I held it warmed my hand

I released your heart into the ocean
closed my eyes and said a prayer

May waves free the power of life
giving way to calm and confidence

May her heart find peace a path of tranquility
an amen to freedom finding and loving herself

KJS©

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Soul Cravings (Friday Blessings)

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

refreshing winds

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!

KJS©

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The Heart Goes Home For Christmas (Season’s of the Heart)

The Northern lights 

they call her home

 

Cry of the wolf 

forlorn he weeps for her

 

Stars are brilliant with life 

awaiting her return

 

The frozen north anticipates 

new breath of life

 

Warm summer breeze 

longs to caress her face

 

Pulling her back

to familiar senses ~ beings of once a time

 

Sun kisses northern lakes 

in hopes to glimmer the eye

 

Ache – is strong it pulls the heart 

towards the country of sunsets

 

Tis autumn leaves brilliant 

with spectacular shades

 

Time is short 

the chill of winter is lurking 

 

Drawing closer with every eve

restless turns anxious

 

Will the heart make it 

back in time?

 

Whistling wind brings first snowfall 

with flurry it arrives!

 

A blanket of fresh white linen

covers earth to keep it warm

 

Reflection dancing lights 

twinkle in brilliance against the snow,

 

For shadows of footprints

 not seen by naked eye 

 

Drifting satisfying from the wind

the soul has come home 

 

She has made it safe 

no more her heart will roam!

 

KJS©

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Seasons of the Heart

The Northern lights 

they call her home

 

Cry of the wolf 

forlorn he weeps for her

 

Stars are brilliant with life 

awaiting her return

 

The frozen north anticipates 

new breath of life

 

Warm summer breeze 

longs to caress her face

 

Pulling her back

to familiar senses ~ beings of once a time

 

Sun kisses northern lakes 

in hopes to glimmer the eye

 

Ache – is strong it pulls the heart 

towards the country of sunsets

 

Tis autumn leaves brilliant 

with spectacular shades

 

Time is short 

the chill of winter is lurking 

 

Drawing closer with every eve

restless turns anxious

 

Will the heart make it 

back in time?

 

Whistling wind brings first snowfall 

with flurry it arrives!

 

A blanket of fresh white linen

covers earth to keep it warm

 

Reflection dancing lights 

twinkle in brilliance against the snow,

 

For shadows of footprints

 not seen by naked eye 

 

Drifting satisfying from the wind

the soul has come home 

 

She has made it safe 

no more her heart will roam!

 

Kathy J Snow©

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