elderly · Photography · Poetry

Gravel Tears #sorrow #hospice #tears #elderly

I caught up with a tear today

it was from old despair

in attempt to grasp at it

it ran away from there

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pain’s etched upon a heart

at death we cannot grasp

it leaves on wind before we know

our hands one final clasp

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I caught up with a tear today

mingled with old despair

again I tried to grasp at it

it ran away from there

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no more wrinkles from this life

we smooth your silver hair

behind you it is over now

beyond all time and care

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I caught up with a tear today

it fell with yours you see

when I tried to grasp at it

it ran away with thee

 

Hospice a word that says so little of the days the slip through our fingers as we say little goodbyes each day. Each goodbye takes a piece of my heart that I give lovingly and painfully.

 

Photography · Poetry

Sands Of Time #life #hospice #poetry

I draw an endless line

I’ve forgotten where’s the start

fingers know the texture

lines drawn upon my heart

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countless beyond measure

the sands beneath my feet

a child’s toes remember

sea memories so deep

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I’ve drawn an endless line

forgotten where’s the start

at times I’ve lost all hope

those lines have etched my heart

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a hand full of grains

unbidden do they fall

a place to return to

changeless after all

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I’ve drawn an endless line

forgotten where’s the start

dreams to the four winds

poetry is my heart

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today I sketch a new life

the dawn is just ahead

new hope in the making

the sand my faithful friend

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I draw an endless line

forgotten where’s the start

fingers know the texture

lines drawn upon my heart

A dear patient passed two years ago today. Hospice is a hard world. Each caregiver/nurse gives a piece of heart. Thankfully like the sand there are many pieces. Thank you for reading…

Images Sand Meet Wave copyright  2015 & Alone at Dawn copyright 2019

 

 

Faith · Photography · Poetry

Lost #poetry #faith #photography

I stumbled over the covered path

my footfalls lacking ease

my eyes were tumbling waterfalls

 I lacked a sense of peace

where am I going?

Where have I been?

no one in the ether

I’m truely lost again

Once I knew so clearly

now in a matchless fog

desperate for direction

I fear there is no God

I looked up from my sorrow

a distant focal light

I gazed not at my footing

aiming for clear sight

I barefoot in green pastures

 lightened of my load

Jesus bought my sorrows

treasures beyond untold

turn your eyes upon Jesus

look full in His wonderful face

the trials that hold you back

filled instead with love and grace

 

 

The Song Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus by Helen Lemmel 

Chorus: Turn Your eyes upon Jesus

look full in hIs wonderful face

and the things of earth will grow strangely dim

in the light of His glory and Grace.

 

Faith · Photography · Poetry

Bend Not Towards Conformity #devotion #poetry

sun flower

small seed in the spring

it is watered and nurtured

to allow it to grow

you break through the soil

broad leaf and thick stalk

face turns skyward

you radiate and glow

stand tall above the rest

because you refused to be told to stop

reached toward the warmth

never listening to defeat

you are a child of the sun

 

Conformity and Tozer http://www.cmalliance.org/devotions/tozer?id=1272

 

1Therefore I urge you, brethren, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies a living and holy sacrifice, acceptable to God, which is your spiritual service of worship. 2And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect. 3For through the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think more highly of himself than he ought to think; but to think so as to have sound judgment, as God has allotted to each a measure of faith.… Romans 12:2

 

“If you were of the world, the world would love its own. Yet because you are not of the world, but I chose you out of the world, therefore the world hates you.” (John 15:19)

Faith · history · Poetry

Not Under The Tree #Emmanuel #Christmas #Hope

 

 

 

 

On this dry orb called earth, women continue to beg for peace, hope for their children to survive, and yearn for love. There is one love that seeks to save and heal the lost His name – Emmanuel.

I hear the beat

dry, fruitless dirt

soldier’s cruel boots

echo on the earth

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We beg for peace

our limbs weak, torn

Messiah we wait

free us from scorn

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Emmanuel

we await the day

that you will drive

world’s hate away

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We beg for hope

our babes they die

cruel these times

no tears left in our eyes

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A child born

who knew His pain

God’s son broke

death’s eternal chain

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Emmanuel

we await the day

that you will drive

world’s hate away