Potential Miracles

currents of
positive energy
faith and hope

Our hearts
experience joy
and relay
to go
another mile


Everyones take on miracles is different. Someones miracle to others may seem like
just a stroke of luck, while to that person it could mean living another day.


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.


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?


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


The Absolute (He Knoweth ALL Things)

are all the
hidden bruises ~
left behind
silent crosses ~
engrained with
and pain

are all the
inner thoughts ~
taken residence
hearts theory ~
and conclusions

are all the
silent songs ~
unsung melodies
with LIFE ~
and contentment

There is HOPE, for He knoweth all things.
There is GRACE for His mercy endureth forever.
There is LOVE for on Calvary I was on His mind.


He Knoweth All Things

Raindrops and Miracles

The heaviness of rain hangs in the balance ~

grey clouds are confused of their task for the day.

Humidity arrives early and clings to my skin.

Maple leaves are still, no stirring from wind that is wished upon them.



A slow distant rumble in the sky ~ that is now tucked

in with blankets of grey patched clouds.

I want to write but my thoughts are on the peradventure!


The steady drone of chorused air conditioners ~

a despairing reminder of the unwanted city life.

Fingers of lightening tickle the sky, from beneath the covers 

of clouds ~ a deep throated laughter brings taunting rain drops.


Birds take flight to the shelter of nest.

A few drops of rain tease kissing my skin, the heavens open ~

sheets of relief pelt the dry awaiting earth! 

Running for cover I grab my journal of thoughts, while observing the rain 

as it unites and embraces the earth. 


As quick as it starts it has ended. The blanket of empty 

clouds have rolled back revealing sun and a pastel rainbow! 

Slowly song birds return ~ drinking the raindrops from the leaves.

Again the earth rejoices with rejuvenation ~

The glorious miracle of blessings!


 Kathy J Snow©