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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Tomorrow Is Monday

Today the sun is shining, it is Sunday.
I miss my mom
longing for the days
of feeling the sense
of belonging
everything is right
as she stands
arms outstretched
hanging the laundry
on the clothesline
I MISS MY MOM

Today I feel the warmth of the sun
I miss my mom
Spring is in the air
I need my mom
to come back
from the dark of dementia
my heart aches for
her original smile
without the lurking
of a disease
I’m unsettled
I feel her anxiety
I MISS MY MOM

Tomorrow is Monday

KJS©

Today I’m feeling selfish..

Lost Life?

The trench is deep
eroded by time through tears
every crook and curve
layered by fears

Water rushes
smoothing of
heart to stone
with each ache and hurt
feeling sadly alone

River of life
prediction just out of reach
memories lost…
relying on others
touch and grief

KJS©

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Hidden (Sometimes Life)

Concealed
flowing tears
hidden fear
a heart so heavy

Engulfed
with anxiety
to much ~ too many
not enough hours

Compassion
overflows
soul filled with longing
an ache to become complete

Distance
fashionable safe
never revealing true dreams
is it too late?

Comforted
through sorrow
conversations not complete
opinion or argument?

Needed
by so many
never mending own heart
frays of coloured yarn

Aspire
peace of mind
heart of content
allowed to be ones self

Life
circle of circumstances?
deemed meant to be?
part of a divine purpose~
in HIs word on His mind
Calvary

~
KJS©

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Refined Rainbows

Amble down
the cobblestones
patterns change
my every step
colours blend with
cold grey stone
crumbling beneath
worn shoes

Pigments mixed
between the cracks
confuse the artist
of the canvas
portrait of the
life now shades
under tones
of sadness

Never change
the canvas
for in it
lies their soul
mix the colours
blend the hues
with fashion
refined rainbows

KJS©

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A Childs Lost Treasure (An Empty Cradle of Hope)

 

 

Old wood

made to rock

cradles 

a broken heart

~

Fashioned 

with love

from an angel 

now gone

~

Tiny hands 

sway of 

cradle

gentle wisps

~

Winds of love

 the heart shutters

unlocking panels

freeing memory

~

Beneath

layered paint

echoes 

the hammer

~

Nails

link the 

three

wooden pieces

~

Attached now

only by

memory

of the gift

~

 

KathyJSnow©

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