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
With shoulders drooped he makes his way
to the warm comfort of his chair.
she’s asleep now, his hushed burdens can be revealed.
Slowly, silently, weariness wells up in his eyes
and readily they fall down his weathered cheeks.
He doesn’t dab away the tears, but lets them fall freely now~
releasing exhaustion and emotion that no one bears witness to.
For a few moments thoughts are allowed to surface
but quickly sending them back to his crowded mind.
He shuffles through his doubts and fears
deciding which ones he needs and wants to accept.
A soft noise startles his minds quarrel,
but to his relief it is just the complaints of the old fridge.
Reaching for his bible he finds comfort in verses of faith,
closing his eyes in prayer to set free thankfulness~
humbly he asks for strength to bear this burden.
The Lord is his strength the rock of his salvation,
once again he draws from the ultimate source of grace.
He silently whispers amen in his heart
and without knowing falls into a well deserved slumber;
the dreams are the same…
holding hands and walking through meadows of green,
she knows him, and sweetly calls his name.
With tenderness and love they embrace under the tree of life,
the former life is past, dementia has no place in this land.
He is awaken by his wife’s hand gently resting on his arm,
he smiles at her and says “I love you”
without realizing he starts softly humming that beloved old hymn,
“I have heard of a land, where the sun is always shining…
God has promised in His word, bow thy head and you’ll be heard.”
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.
are all the
hidden bruises ~
silent crosses ~
are all the
inner thoughts ~
hearts theory ~
are all the
silent songs ~
with LIFE ~
There is HOPE, for He knoweth all things.
There is GRACE for His mercy endureth forever.
There is LOVE for on Calvary I was on His mind.
Portraying Positive Purpose
Staying refueled in strength and faith can be somewhat challenging as we venture through this earthly realm. So many various storms can rock our boat on the sea of life, but the KEY is to stay committed to our Captain. Placing trust, faith, and your will in the Lord’s hands is the best avenue to restoring emotional peace. This peace that passeth all understanding will calm the angry waves of doubt…..
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Last of the leaves
cling to life
although the earth is calling
it’s chilled and needs
covers of colour
layered of warmth
a blanket of Autumn
Composed with ease
they flutter and dance
to the song
of November winds
tis like my heart
when lit with love
it sings with grace
Winds of November
now bare the tree
branches now exposed
vulnerable yet steadfast
perch for weary wings
graced by sparrows
celebrate given life
Last of my will
clings to self
I hear the Saviour call
the chill of snare
in need of prayer
layered by faith
a blanket of strength
Winds of November
warm my soul
with promised slumber
life born of spring
no chill extends
the soul is cloaked
His mercy covers
Kathy J Snow©
For behold, He who forms mountains and creates the wind And declares to man what are His thoughts, He who makes dawn into darkness And treads on the high places of the earth, The LORD God of hosts is His name.