Forgotten Souls
Once a vibrant young woman,
Once a vibrant young man,
Son, brother, husband,
A mother, daughter bride.
Nursing homes filled with lost hope, love, kindness sincerity, purpose, spirituality for GODS love, why do I relate to these forgotten souls?
A mom, wife, PCA, still able to work, live on my own, society’s shameful neglect has taken my willingness to be accepted, by own family.
Empty halls filled with only nursing staff, rooms with the forgotten souls of GODS sons and daughters, wives, fathers, husbands, veteran of war, He Gaveth of HIS life for our country yet He sits alone with only a tv to entertain.
Hopeful for a family friend to come visit if only for a smile, laugh, cup of coffee, talk of his life in the military, yet no one comes, why do I feel their pain?
A mother of four grown boys, a homemaker, a woman of faith, hands with whom cooked home cooked meals, hours spent playing board games, countless hours putting puzzles together on a small town winter night.
We are only here for awhile, nobody is promised tomorrow, yet life has consumed our time, work, social media, these men and woman have lived their life doing for US as moms and grandmas, is it too much to ask of US to be hands and feet of Jesus to spend a hour or two being what they were selflessly to US?
Let’s not be the generation of today who are too self absorbed to be there for them, remember we too will be here someday, sitting alone with no windows to seek sunlight or see the snow gently falling, hear the birds singing, talk of our daily lives, the gift of our time, is worth seeing a simple smile upon their face.
Lord Heavenly Father ministered to everyone, no time did HE keep, visit the forgotten Souls, to bring a smile, better that than to hear them weep.
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