The Feat of Former

 

Cobblestones beneath

a heavy heart

demonstrate impressions 

of unforgotten truths

an endless pathway 

incredibly worn… 

 

From countless journeys

exists only to the souls 

who are hiding broken

 

Exhausting thus 

how ones life can be

amidst the measured 

process of time

unhurried healings 

wend their way…

 

Fighting murky thoughts

of yesterdays hurts

prayers released from soul

 

Curing rains  

ones gifted tokens

now from bygone showers 

they’ve washed the fear 

between earths layers

leaving behind broken…

 

Through dust of cobblestone

shines streets of gold

leaden steps forgotten

KJS

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Hope

 

The young sapling

quivers under the weight

of the young robins song

luring me to the backyard 

of my daily life

that has become routine

 

For smell of April’s moist 

earth reaches my nostrils

and travels welcomely

to my tired lungs

filling them with hope 

thus promise of life 

 

Renewed in faith

as my rubber boots

smile with each step

leaving behind embossed

footprints of assurance

for others to follow

 

Blue skies reflect

this path I’ve chosen

an exclamation mark

that claims its reward

confirmation of expectation 

heavens embrace my prayers

KJS

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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

KJS2018

His Promise

Rays of sunshine
hold tomorrows
an open paragraph
to life’s journey

A silent heart ..
ones rainbow ending
faith reveals and
covenant enfolds

Clutched within a
priceless promise
His opened hand
reveals true love

KJS

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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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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.

www.gofundme.com/momdream

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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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Imprints of Faith (Trodden Byways)

Shards of glass 

from weary heart

fall like bended 

knee to alter

 

Warfare of thoughts 

storm the gates

intent to crumble 

and to break

 

Oppression though cruel 

deems a purpose

although thus blinded 

to its reason

 

Season of trial 

breaks the will

submission valleys 

precede eternity

 

For no journey

be there life

imprint of faith

on soles of saints

 

Fashioned from

trodden byways

through veil of    

   divine graced refuge 

 

Shattered hallelujahs 

reach His throne 

through His presence 

become whole. 

 

KJS©2010

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Hearts Desire (Dreams that are to be)

The heart strolls

through Autumn paths

scuffling through fallen leaves

scattered thoughts

drift through the mind

of a love that

holds no exceptions

knowing that every

breath is determined

journeys mapped

planned with purpose

crisp brittle leaves

dissolve with steps

reminds the heart

not to borrow

from tomorrows sorrow

all is required

is what to live for

so simple

is hearts desire

for all dreams

that are to be

calmly rest

within the Master’s hands

 KJS©

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The Battle Still Rages

Psalm 18:2

The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.

 

 

 

…and just when you thought life was going to be easy!

 

You walk into your spare room of thoughts ~

behind the cobwebs of lost battles are the corners of defeat.

 

Behind the corners of defeat are layers of beautiful painted grace ~

we all know what we have to do…

 

Revisit those battles head on with the breast plate of faith ~ your soul full of unselfish prayer ~ and your heart open to the will of the Lord. We need to realize that the battle is not ours alone!

 

Too many times I have gone into battle with little or no armor,  praying selfish prayers ~ pleading for the battle to be removed. My heart was closed to the concept, I just might have to see this battle through to the end! Deep in my heart I knew these battles would reappear, I needed them to gain strength for the last mile of the way!

 

I still have not overcome the battle of getting myself out of the way however, with the devil being gracious with his snares… I am sure I will be fighting this battle till the end.  If I can just slow down ~ stop and listen to the great I AM who is in control. The great commander of hoist will lead the way! With my tailored breast plate of faith ~ and my prayerful heart, there is just one way to go, and that’s the winning side!

 

Praying for guidance and strength.

 

Blessings.

 

KathyJSnow©

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