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