Inspired By A Gift Of Art

Why Does The Robin Sing?

 

Song through meadows 

gather hearts along the way

reaching souls in need…

 

Fingers brush 

soft tops of tiny

forget me knots

sending kisses 

of memories to the soul

 

Along meadows blue 

footsteps emboss the journey

leading sorrow to

cool waters a 

hearts brook of healing

 

Resting beneath bowed

branches of life

one circum’s to the 

inner beauty of peace

content with cherished remembrance…

 

The song through the meadows

has reached my soul an 

everlasting impression of love.

KJS

 

Beautiful Piece  by Sherry Reynard Art

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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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The Mastery

Distraught once more He’s at the door

begging for admission

hesitantly masquerading an offer of submission

 

Without a leaf to feather bloom growing quite attached 

influenced by the deadened wood

I reach the  hovel throw open the latch

 

Once inside farewells are said to inner hidden demons

I grant myself forgiveness   

subjection released the soul weary beyond reason

 

Salvation wrought through ones bequest

baptized in term belief

returning to the roots I leave behind such blatant grief

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

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The Farewell

Summer skies evolve
into Autumn greys
extending limits
of no return

Chilly winds dictate
a cloak of caution
in return giving security
against uncertainties

Comforting glances
just remnants of fabric
past garments of familiar
caresses and smiles

Melodies of heaven
beckon a weary soul
stanzas reach between realms
constricted in earthly struggle

love gathers on every side
farewells channelled through
hearts and tears that release
robins song GRACE she is home

 

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Ravelled Rainbows

 

Leading up to July 5th, and here on after…
I love you mom…….

I do not just remember on this day, but every day.

When you come into this world, birthed by your mothers hard labour of love,
there is instant trust, and with each day that passes this trust of love grows to the strength of your whole being. As you grow and the world changes around you, one thing remains constant, strong and true, your mother’s love.
The love I speak of is now contained within my very being, stored up throughout the years for such a time as this
Never in all my years did I once give it a passing thought, a hint of worry, that I would not have my mother, she was always there, no matter what, when , how or when…she was always there!

Through eight years of caregiving for this generous precious soul I call mother, I can honestly say I stayed focused on her, not the what ifs…. and I have such wonderful memories, stored up from each moment spent with her.
There is too much to write, and the words continue to fail me as I dare describe what she means to me, and how I miss her touch however, I was blessed to have a peek into the very depths of her heart and soul before, between, and on the other side of that horrific disease dementia that she carried as her burden, her last struggle in this life. I can honestly say, “God bless you mom! I love you! You are alive in my heart and alongside of me through the rest of my journey here on this earth, Thank you”!

 

I feel the touch
of her warm weathered hand
her soft gentle voice
as it carries my soul,
over the years
to once upon her knee
where safe in her arms
I could weather my storms

In mind once traced
the lines of her face
etched in my heart
a canvas of love,
remembering whens
making changes along the way
revealing dreams
of her hearts hidden schemes

Ravelled edges
of hidden rainbows
remnants of joy
created through,
sunshine and tears,
In search of one memory
to take comfort in life
oh just one little memory!

Hushed melodies
once songs of faith
trickle through the
hidden corridors of loss,
beating against her armour
riveting waves that
fashion and fabricate
her very inner soul

The cool dew
caresses her toes
as she runs through
the meadows
with her loved ones
earthly battle vanishes
through her realm
of continual joy

Lovingly,
Kathy

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In Mourning

Shards of thoughts prick my feet
Onward I trudge through sorrows path
Confusion adds to the process of joys
My weary mind not up to the math

I complicate daily with minor details
Choking the life right out of the song
Existence is taken without ones permission
Is this the truth…did we ever belong?

Mistakenly I veer to the side of unknown
This realm is beyond comprehension
Believing in hope convinced in the faith
My soul is released of the tension

KJS©

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Mother’s Day Truths

Sunday is the official Mother’s Day, for me I celebrate my mom everyday, Love her! Miss her! and will never forget every second I was blessed to have her on this earth.

Today I met my mom
In her eyes I see my life
Her smile lit the candle of my heart
Her love breathed life into my soul

KJS

 

Sacrifice

Samples of colour
splash my canvas
creating scenes
from glory palette
inspire to live
a giving life
to whom that
it was first given

Partake of thy soul
offer ones sacrifice
on the alter and
bend thy knee
pray to the God
from whence it came
refresh thy inner being
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The Exchange

Find your compassion, feel the need, express your inner thoughtfulness, and find a dear soul to share it with.

 

Hold my hand and feel my life
the path though worn is there
Threads of memory still exist
tattered frayed and threadbare

Feel my heart ’tis broken and torn
do you have compassion?
Mend my soul with threads of gold
spun from interaction

Stay awhile to get a sense
why oft times I feel so lost
Now and then you’d never know
the heaviness of my cross

Bring a ray of sunshine with you
melt away the icy fears
Bestow me with the warmth of friendship
exchanging smiles instead of tears

KJS©

 

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