A Silence

A sweet silence belongs to me
a silence of love and serenity

setting me free

A silence in which I find my Lord
a silence struck with a heavenly chord

a stillness a soul affords

A simple whisper travels there
easing every worry and care

laying my heart bare

You are loved I am told
a place of warmth never cold

even as I grow old

Embrace the silence and hold it tight
it will be there in the night

bringing harmony with light


Is Going to Heaven

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, (the resident says their name) is going to heaven. And when he gets there he will say, “My loving sweetheart is on her way.”

The resident says this little poem several times a day. He is a military veteran who lost a leg in Viet Nam. He has faced many physical challenges in his life. Now, he struggles with dementia.

However, this resident comes at life with a positive attitude. He may be confused in much of his thinking, but he always is looking for ways to bring a smile to someone else. He jokes, encourages, and has accepted the hard truth that he will only leave this facility when he goes to heaven. He is very confident and assured this is his destiny.

This resident loves for me to play classic Christian hymns on my iPad. He knows the words by heart (where they are stored and cherished as treasure). He loves to get a hug or a backrub. He always has kind words for me. My official title is life enrichment assistant but with this resident I am often the receiver of enrichment rather than the provider.

The resident and I talk often about things of faith and the future. Even though his memories of the past are stronger than the memories of five minutes ago he would rather focus on joy to be found in the current moment rather than remain in his past except for when that past can be a spiritual tool for the present time.

I am thankful for the spiritual direction I can provide but even more thankful for the spiritual direction I receive from this man of faith and courage.

Quo Vadis

It matters not your stage of life
It matters not your age
It matters not if peace or strife
It matters not if love or rage

An event is waiting
An ending shall come
A certain accounting
Of what one has done

It cannot be avoided
It cannot be delayed
It cannot be averted
It cannot go unpaid

An appointed time is set
An appointment has been made
When this time is met
There is no way it is stayed

So I ask you Quo Vadis
and what is your reply
For absolutely certain it is
That you will surely die


The Daily Choice

Early in the morning the sun begins it rise
as the land slowly begins to awake
I once again sit to contemplate
The path that I may take

One will lead down the road 
that the self would chose to go
The the leads to the place
that God wants me to know

It should not be so hard to decide
the direction that I should travel
For one path leads me to find peace
while the other one peace unravel

This issue causing the inward struggle
is the deceptive voice that claims
I need to try the self chosen road
so I can play its ancient games

The voice cries out what fun I would have
all the pleasures and treasures I would find
But deep down I know much better
than to listen to his kind

Too many take the way the voice 
incites those of the world to choose
without the insight or understanding
of what all they have to lose 

So I chose the path of God instead
even though it seems rocky and steep
For I know if I am with my Lord and God
My soul is in God's loving keep.


Working to Find a Way

Working to find a way
to teach them how to pray
In light of the fact
it is so hard to act
The mind is so confused
and they feel so abused
It seems so unfair
for they have so much to share
The pain they cannot forget
the hurt is with them yet
It's not hard to see why 
so often they must cry
They try so hard to cope
in the midst of little hope
I hope it is not odd
I want them to talk with God
With the desire to really know
the path that they should go.


The Spirit Still Strives

The memories are failing
but the smile is clear and bright
The hearing is not as sharp
and more fuzzy is the sight
Still the heart is still full of loving
and the soul is happy and gay
The dreams are not yet fading
as the spirit is still full of play

Yes the years have come and gone
and the body shows the signs of age
but as far as living a happy life
they have just entered a different stage
So do not write off this vibrant soul
or think that they are close to gone
For you would be more than self-deceived
and you would certainly be wrong

The Lord gives and takes away
yet blessed by the Lord's name
As living each and every day
allows us to act the same.