Life (Reflections of Calvary)

Brisk Autumn winds

encourages golden leaves

earth embraces their flight

Chill in the air

coats the heart

like wall of stone to crumble

Steps are heard

through the graveyard

of yesterdays thoughts

I close the gate

to turn aside

yore doubts of faith

An arbor of Psalm

welcomes my soul

breathing in new life

Reflections of Him

now expose my being

with yielding prayer

I cling to Calvary


Psalm 16:11

Thou wilt shew  me the path of life:

in they presence is fulness of joy,

at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.


Mask of Doubt (Armor of Simplicity)

Moving a mountain is no easy task

To stumble on ones unbelief creates a doubting mask,

Faith is the substance of things not yet perceived

Your strength circumstantial on the brink to deceive!


Doubting ~ thus a lack in faith can deal

Impossible, for in confidence to say it is real,

Free ones heart from worries and fears

Embrace ~ grasping unrealities of hope with tears.


Simple is ones faith, a prayer of design

Its possibilities infinite and creates no space of time,

Clasped to realities ones trust to hope and prayer

Thus a product of unbelief should a soul to even dare?


No greater gift can one bestow to ones heart believe

The power of our mighty God through this one can achieve!

The simple trust of faith and prayer ones armor for the day

Will move that mountain great or small along life’s weary way!

Kathy J Snow©



Hebrew 4:16 – Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace,

that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.



It has come to my attention, that I think the possibilities of missing out, are happening!

In not taking the time or effort to click on a fellows “about” I found I missed a  huge blessing of encouragement.

The “about” is filled with attributes of a writer ~ poet. In sharing their sometimes stepping stones of this life ~ and how they have overcome, can not only give an insight to their style and inspiration of writing, but it can also lead the reader to a fountain of blessings.

A fountain of blessings, this is what I found when I clicked this “about”! I have been both touched and uplifted by your desires as a writer ~ a dedicated servant of His love.

My prayer is your prayer.

Blessings my fellow writer and friend.

Included in this “about” was this lovely poem!

Poetry is..

A living letter

open wound and heart

for all to view and marvel at

then move on changed

A fusion of thoughts

melding of minds

union of souls

pure alchemy


Morning Stars

Where were you, when the morning stars together sang?

Shouting with JOY!


He has given understanding to my heart ~ bless the Lord!

Unworthy of his mercy ~ He loves me!


Common flesh and bone ~ stumbling, mistakes,

Oh the hill of Golgotha ~ such love He gave his only son!


In his thoughts and on his mind ~ the nails driven in,

What glorious mystery is this?


Redemption, salvation ~ bless the Lord!

Sinner saved by grace!


His word, life ~ attributes of Christ,

Expressed now by daughters and sons of God!



Wings of Faith


Inscribed on wings of faith ~

gracefully I soar above the world and its strife,

catching the wind of earnest and riding it to …

defying the gravity of doubt and fear!

Relying on His unfailing love to give me breath of direction,

I inherit the wing span of a thousand angels

encouraged by the creativity of flight~

with unmerited grace new heights are gained!

My compass assurance I enter the sanctuary of redemption,

with wings stained of blood ~ transgressions are no more,

strengthened by song I reach the rock of my salvation,

trading wings for a robe of pure white!

Kathy J Snow©


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©