Kitty
Kitty, that's just your shadow there on the wall,
not a stray furry mouse or small crinkle ball.
Your eyes gleam and sparkle in the dimness of night,
they glitter with love and twinkle with might.
A furry fierce warrior, you survey your domain,
allowing only your family, nothing else to remain.
You see things they sense that shouldn't be there,
protecting your family at all costs with no thought to your care.
One moment, purring madly, curled in a ball at their feet,
then you leap through the air, this threat you will meet.
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The Heart’s Dream
For a heart that’s
been tattered, injured, forlorn,
Hope has been fleeting, a dream that was torn.
But raising from slumber this sad heart does wake,
Sensing once more that its soul is at stake.
Not expecting, or
wanting a possible mate,
In an off chance it found an interesting fate.
“It is much too soon”, this battered heart cried,
But with a spark of frail hope, the pain slowly died.
A blanket of stars
is in the mind’s eye,
Each twinkle a tear the heart will not cry.
Across open plains the caution does fly,
Now hearts dance under the wide open sky.
Coming from a place
it did not expect,
It senses they too, had a love that was wrecked.
Starting as friends, steadfast and true,
Faithful, loyal, and lasting – they knew.
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To Be Made New
What is this road
I follow? Why do I feel so hollow? Why is my life so full of dark
despair? With all the pain I've been repressing, it's made my
life so deeply depressing; it feels like no one around me even
cares.
When you travel down
this lonely road, you start to recognize the code,
And it makes it that much harder, Lord, to stop. To stop the painful
quest for wealth, as you sacrifice your health, in the never-ending
struggle to the top.
Seems like no one
cares that I care to make a change,
Going against all I've ever known, feels so very strange.
I can't take this lifestyle anymore; I'm searching so hard for
the door...
The door, Lord, to You... For I wish for this weary heart to be
made new.
It happened when I
reached rock bottom and I heard Your voice,
You embraced me in Your loving arms and gave me the better choice.
From that choice I took my cue, to share the love I found in You,
all because my heart was made new.
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Her Gift
"No!” cried a girl with tears in her eyes, “It was so brutal,
the way that He died, to be nailed on some wood like a thief.
Didn't they realize the gifts that He gave, and the one that He
wished to bequeath?"
A single tear traced
its way down her cheek like a withering rose on a vine,
"They had Him once and rejected His love, and what once was their
gift is now mine."
"They'll never know
until it's too late that they're locked in a war for their souls.
When they cry out in agony, misery, yet... they'll find the price
is too high for their tolls."
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The Dance with
Sin
The dance with sin
is a dance you can't win, yet the music sounds so sweet, if you
twirl without care you'll find you're twirling nowhere, except
under death's heavy feet...
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Hurting Heart
A swirl of confusion,
a drape of fear and despair ~ as this heart hurts in silence.
Shards of pain sharper than glass ~ an iced saber of torment.
This heart knows not the warmth of security or the consolation
of refuge,
No familiarity is bred from routine.
Everyday the questions
persist ~ why, how, when?
None of the fairy tales promised, silver linings, or a happily-ever-after.
Honor is but a fleeting hope inherent to cruelty.
The representation
of what would come to pass is no longer.
It never was, never will be.
Each heart beat is a struggle to survive dread of the next dawn.
In what shall this hurting heart take solace?