O, Pendry was a Ganas cat,
An orange cat, a clever cat,
A working cat, a cuddling cat.
On path he’d lie, a lazy cat. 106 more words
divine love is my light my very life who then can intimidate me i hear the raging sometimes going on right under the same roof where i live reminding me of childhood abuse and danger but just one deeper thought and i am no longer afraid we old women are still haunted by stories that sing dirges in the ears of our pasts we cannot endure a child's pain or the errors of the arrogant greed rides on our backs causing ultimate aches and yet we who have endured so long see light in this dark planetary crisis see something so beyond even the rising seas and the toxic clouds the used to be our breath see waves of hope coming from the very humans and earth that seem so destroyed we are still here waving the flags of our old clothes standing in the midst ready to leave if it is our time, but willing to stay we can play in the back lash of what we have done capture a prayer, a poem, a story a painting hold all as we have our own children and grands the prickly pears and the soft sweet babies the wrinkled knees and thinning hair give us a clear idea of all that really is beyond this burial of a must pervasive jointly held illusion we are here for the funeral the interment and finally the resurrection of reality.