Broken Angels

Broken Angels

They try to fly
above their rainbows
hued with blackness
hidden greys

Splinted wings
despairing sorrow
aching longing
for release

Brokenness
beyond tomorrows
powerless tears
shatter the night

Who will save them
from such torment
will such cries
stay deathly hushed?

Break the silence
shatter the demons
be the one to
save a life

KJS

#angels #save #wings #rescue #support #compassion #unconditional #broken #fight #advocate #help #awareness #violence #demons #abuse #prayer #helpinghand

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The Golden Years? (Stairways of Silent Tears)

2 Timothy 2:3 (NLV)

Take your share of suffering as a good soldier of Jesus Christ.

 

God bless our dear #seniors who have given their lives and have sacrificed so much to raise their families. Seniors need our #love, #care and #companionship. Let us all remember, if the Lord terries one day we to will be a #senior.

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Through aged eyes they see strangers,
where is the family that they have borne?

Long hallways of endless panels,
take the place of delightful garden paths

longing for companionship,
an endless stairway of silent tears

The desire to visit the old homestead,
in its place just shadows of the past

Days and weeks blend into years,
happiness fading into loneliness

Gnarled hands that yearn for touch,
once worked hard to raise a family

Straining for sound of child’s footsteps…
only voices of the past linger in their mind

Dear souls who gave so much, now are given less, 
where is the family that they have borne?

So much is taken but how much is given?
love~respect~honour-! this is their right, is their cry

Todays ~ tomorrows turn into yesterdays~
memories they ache to share

Tenderly with helplessness their hearts cry out,
just take a moment~ can you spare a minute?

Through aged eyes they see strangers
Oh where is the family that they have borne?

KJS

Stairs of Silent Tears

 

Ephesians 6:2 (KJV)

Honour thy father and mother; which is the first commandment with promise;

 

These years of the elderly, are so fragile and a time in life when they need to be surrounded by #love #family #support #affection and #kindness,. Don’t let their last years of life slip away being left alone left with a “stairway of silent tears” #Help remove the shackles of loneliness and neglect, and replace them with compassion and embrace time spent with them.

God bless

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Tender Footings

Nickels and dimes of worries 

scatter like leaves of the white birch

 

Water droplets on still oak leaves 

dance in delight at our footsteps

 

Rushing river steals smiles 

carrying them to our laughing brook of tomorrows

 

Song of the chick-a-dee guides our passage

through splendor scope of God’s creation

 

Thirsty for fellowship ~ bonding 

quenched by promise of the bee’s quaffing 

 

Hidden caves beneath the rivers 

explored with tender footings

 

Weight of captures around our necks 

released by magnification 

of God’s love through nature

 

Bluejays wings keep time

with melody of heart to heart

 

Footsteps never to be forgotten 

vanish within earths soil of time

 

 Kathy J Snow©

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Our Tomorrows

Silently wind sweeps in across the waters

igniting the beautiful murmurs amidst the trees,

it awakens the poet and summons the nakedness of the soul!

 

New verse is born my heart absorbs the wonder of creation

recording its expressions for future recollection.

 

Days are numbered every moment with every breath!

On my hearts canvas is a painting of the olive green forest, 

I seal it with love for where I belong!

 

Stop the ticking of the minutes!

Listen! I hear hours passing on the old clock…

 

Observe the rain on the distant hills

with every gust of wind it inches closer-

like the teardrops threatening to escape!

 

Deep within the olive green forest there is truth to life’s reason,

Follow the aged dirt road past the rocks, bogs and beaver damns,

for there it is hidden!

 

I will return someday never to leave-

surrounded by the tall white birch, the blue inviting waters, 

the bountiful delightful pink laurel,

and the handsome deep olive forest!

 

Together my love we will count the sunsets!

Together hands clasped we will gaze upon the moon and stars,

in sleepy slumber we will dream of our tomorrows…

 

This is our home my love!

This is where we belong!

 

Kathy J Snow©

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