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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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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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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Looking Through The Glass

Buried deep within the glass
just beyond their reach
tiny bubbles trapped inside
form a world of mind and matter

Surface cracks just minor detail
fabricating lurking peril
future craters hold dark shadows
uncertainty of what lies ahead

Deception is its beauty
reflecting imagery mirage of hope
beveled edge that hold the prayers
tortured souls no longer cope

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Final stages of dementia are frightening and in stark reality cruel.
In the fleeting moments one can offer love comfort through
soothing prayer, songs, and whispers of “all is well” as the tired
soul crosses over. Although the weary soul might not be able to respond in voice,
I believe with all my heart they can hear they feel the love, and whisper in their heart amen.

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My Christmas Prayer

 

This old earth it bears the load

from famines feast and kings,

to cover all its pleas and needs

would need a pair of angels wings.

 

On bended knee I come to Thee

for all whom may require ~

the loving hand of warmth and grace

from Thy throne their hearts desire.

 

The homeless and the weary souls

warm their hands I pray,

supply their needs and cheer their heart

be with them Lord this day.

 

God bless the little children dear

from near and far I pray,

the ones without a mom or dad

with no words of love convey.

 

Protect them from the evil wiles

shield them with Thy love,

hold them fast within your grace

send favours from above.

 

Bless the young and aged too

guide them with your tender hand,

uplift the ones with heavy burdens

reminding of the promise land.

 

Bless the ones who fight for country

and the ones who wait at home,

comfort them with hymns of faith

encourage the ones who feel alone.

 

These words I pray come from my heart

I send them now with faith believe ~

according to your word dear Lord

upon this day they shall they receive.

 

I humbly ask in Jesus name

for on this Christmas day,

that all mankind be blessed with HOPE

may each soul be saved I pray.

 

Your humble servant

Amen

~

 

KJS©

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KJS©

 

Echoes (The Last Test)

I walk the halls retracing steps

Distorted boards where feet once crept,

Where portraits of life once draped the walls

Bartered for dust to cushion their fall.

Sense of voice as once filled the air

In its place ghostly figures now congregate there,

Memories are haunting as time now stands still

Echoes of burden through the air send a chill.

As I slip through the pane broken glass of time

Without Looking back forgetting the crime,

Now once called for the soul is at rest

I break through the realm it’ s over the last test.

KathyJSnow©

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9-11 We Remember

In honour and dedication to all the souls lost on 9-11

Prayers for all the victims and their families.

 

Today I cried a tear for you

I wonder ~ did you hear it fall?

Then slowly more fell down like rain

I wonder ~ did you know at all?

 

I talked with you awhile today

Although you were not here,

I let you know just how I felt

And I could sense you near.

 

Will meet again on that far shore

Where struggles and pain exist no more,

Will share our stories and untold tales

Forgotten this life of courageous trails.

Kathy J Snow©

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