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


Foundations of Truth

Crystal ships that hold no anchor
suspended by the oceans tide
reflections through the marbled slabs
hold no happiness an endless ride

Tall armoires that hold the riches
amethyst statues guard the fold
lighted lamps to hide such shadows
tables of glass that stand there bold

Hidden haven cloaked in ivory
its walls of linear lined with books
behind a desk with skillful hand
pages of knowledge the masters rook

Claws of gold that hold wood ransom
still life portraits share the breath ~
stale air that holds no promise
an empty world a kiss of death

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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.


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?


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


Heir of Grace

Titus 3:7
That being justified by his grace, we should be made heirs according to the hope of eternal life.



The calm of night

comes slowly down

as my heart drifts into prayer,

I stop to ponder

amazing grace

at the cross my soul lays bare;

With humble utterance

the battle spent

I drop all worry care and strife,

I claim the blood

in Jesus name

an heir to eternal life.



Still Reflections (Colour of Life)

I viewed pressed blossoms 

   Of yesterdays arbour,

As such stored treasures 

   Of one who savours, ~


The hues though pale

    Still flutter with life,

Through still reflection 

   The colour now lives! ~


I breathed in fragrance 

   A foothold of promise;

The wakening choice; 

   of tomorrows song,


Though cloak of present 

   Still bids me captive; 

I deny its venture 

   To voice its possession.


Kathy J Snow©



Countdown Continues (Treasured Blue birds)

My countdown capture today is a reflection from the poem “The Gift” I posted yesterday! For those of my family & friends that read it, and recognize the photo with the smile in the clouds….well ~ these are the blue birds! ( also a treasured gift) Have a wonderful Saturday and drive safe. 


Catching Memories (Footprints of Christmas)

Hints of paths 

Decembers snow

my heart knows to follow

when cold winds blow


All but one 

too many draw near

snowflakes of memories

are melting I fear


Captured magic

in moments of time

try to drift over

my journey inclined


Traveled often

as not to hide

keeping footprints visible 

to hearts passing by


Untangling thoughts

of Christmas past

sharing the joys

making them last


With arms linked together

hearts trudge through the snow

my mother and I 

catching memories as we go





Dedicated to my loving mother ~ my friend.

Merry Christmas mom love you!


Sometimes these old photographs are the best! I will never forget this snowy winter, when we were snowed in! It was such an adventure for us kids! The footprints you see in this old capture are my dads. Later on my mom got my Auntie Katie to do a canvas. It still hangs on the wall today!







A Childs Lost Treasure (An Empty Cradle of Hope)



Old wood

made to rock


a broken heart



with love

from an angel 

now gone


Tiny hands 

sway of 


gentle wisps


Winds of love

 the heart shutters

unlocking panels

freeing memory



layered paint


the hammer



link the 


wooden pieces


Attached now

only by


of the gift






Grandma’s Garden (Graces of Treasured Memories)

 As evening shadows start to gather

Tiny gems of twilight dew,

I wend my way towards the garden

In hope for dreams to catch a view.


For once stood rows of garden greens

Flourished with bloom by summers sun,

The earth once moist by heavens rain

I sit and wait for her to come.


I hear now footsteps through the garden

Ever so softly one by one,

In haste I turn to catch a glimpse

To find the morning sun has come!


(Poem from “Pebbles and Blessings” book)



Ecclesiastes 3:1

To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:


Although my loving Grandma is singing with the angels ~ she is alive in my heart! A shining light for the gospel of Christ, her testimony of strength and faith in the Lord still encourages my soul today!

 From John 3:16 to Joshua 1:9, I can still hear her loving voice asking me to memorize these two verses ~ “they will carry you through life’s trials” she would say, with her tender smile.

 Today I wish I had her bible, just so I could scan my fingers over the verses ~ feel the worn pages that were turned from reading her daily bread.

 Today I miss my grandma. Today I bow my head in reverence in thankfulness to my Lord. 

 Thank you Lord,

for blessing and enriching my childhood with the love of my grandma. 

 Thank you Lord,

for the graces of treasured memories. 

 Thank you Lord,

for tears ~ tears of joy that I have a promise ~ a promise that I will unite with my grandma, in the “Sweet By and By.” On that golden shore I will wrap my arms around this loving dear soul and say thank you!

 A special request ~ Dear Lord,

When rewards are handed out to Thy faithful servants, I pray that my loving grandma ~ a true soldier of the cross… with your grace, please place an extra jewel in her crown.

 I remain your faithful servant,



 Joshua 1:9

Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.


John 3:16

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.





Welcome Home (Home is Where the Heart is)

As I sit here on a swing gently swaying back and forth,
My eyes closed ever so slight, the warm breeze caresses my face.
I hear familiar sounds from past to present, I’m not yet certain yet there it is again?
This time with comforting closeness, I want to embrace it and never let it go!

The breeze so gently runs and skips through the trees!
Kissing the leaves and making them dance about,
The rustle of the leaves make me homesick, I yearn for familiar scenes.

I see a childlike being carefree one with nature ~
readily trapped within the serenity of inner peace!
I feel the tall grass as it forms a mold of her young body,
Nestled around her like a blanket of green down.

The sun warms her face as it appears from behind the clouds.
Hands clasped behind her head ~ I sense she may never leave,
There is a yearning, a longing, I can almost reach out and touch it!
The rustle of the leaves carry me back ~ across the miles of memories!

Back home once again where the heart is at peace,
There is a smile of contentment on the young girls face.
She opens her eyes to see beautiful tall majestic poplars ~
Their leaves dancing as they sing to her heart…

Welcome home!
Welcome home!

Kathy J Snow©