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
Why do I write?
No credit to the writer or to whom holds the pen, but all honour and glory to the Author of LIFE, the Great Author from Calvary.
Hebrew 12:2 (KJV)
Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.
Its not about how many likes….comments, it is not about, look at me look what I wrote, or how many shares; it’s about that one weary traveler on life’s road ~ their soul catching a familiar scent of encouragement ~ finding that cool refreshing drink of heartening water to quench their thirsty soul! One word, yes one word could be life altering, soul changing, motivate their heart and give them strength to go another mile on life’s road. Thank God for inspirational words ~ a soothing, cooling, cushioned moss.
I sat beside a slough of grace
the reflection of what I seen,
a cross beneath the rippled waters
gazing back at me;
This channel cooled my weary feet
my soul straightway ~ set free to rest,
cooling comfort that brought me joy
a calming deep within my breast
But for a moment I closed my eyes
set down the book I read,
within my heart I voiced a prayer
expression of thanks is what I said;
“Thank you for Thy servants Lord
for soldiers of the cross,
for inspiration that You give
such words a soothing moss”
My feet now set upon the road
for once again I wend my way,
grateful thus a burst of life ~
a stem of earth’s bouquet.
I step inside the canvas
For at the end of day,
I observe the room of clutter
From meadows green and gay! ~
My heart sings with the Buntings
I feel their song of cheer
The Chickadees and Kinglets
Bring the olive forest near, ~
Though once inside the wood I know
‘Tis only for a time,
When I shall turn my thoughts around
To the worlds of rapid time.
Dear Heavenly Father,
Days goes by so swiftly, moments but fleeting time. I pray I will make the most of every precious moment. Thank you for your beautiful creation. It is a balm for a weary mind.
I viewed pressed blossoms
Of yesterdays arbour,
As such stored treasures
Of one who savours, ~
The hues though pale
Still flutter with life,
Through still reflection
The colour now lives! ~
I breathed in fragrance
A foothold of promise;
The wakening choice;
of tomorrows song,
Though cloak of present
Still bids me captive;
I deny its venture
To voice its possession.
Kathy J Snow©
❀ May 27 ❀
Psalm 13:5 (KJV)
But I have trusted in thy mercy; my heart shall rejoice in thy salvation.
Wherever Thou leadeth I will follow
though thorns of tribulation press,
In Thee my soul I put my trust
till evening waters tide shall crest.
Through passing clouds I feel Thy glory
I know Thy covenant secure
my soul’s salvation telling story
through vale of tears I shall endure!
Though I walk through dim lit pathways, Your light continues to guide me. I have assurance in Thy promises ~ Your word will not return void.
Seasons of the Heart & Soul
Blessings & Encouragements
Kathy J Snow
™Trademark of Pebbles and Blessings of Life
He has a name for every star
He sees the ones that fall,
He cares for every little sparrow
He hears them when they call.
So is it so surprising
that He bottles up my tears,
within His book He knows to look
He knoweth all my fears?
He knows the tears He counts them all
from all my sorrows, trials and cares,
my tears of joy and blessings too
the silent ones that I don’t share.
He understands He hears each one
as from my eyes they drop,
the ones that hide within my heart
each one I try to stop.
For only God can understand
the language of my tears,
He reads them all with love and care
throughout my earthly years.
Kathy J Snow©