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The Kitten

As she stared outside her window in the dimness of early night
She noticed a wee kitten staring back at her in fright

Her window was not near enough to reach out and take hold
And the poor frightened kitten was not the least bit bold

It cowered near the trunk, looking down at the street
In its wee mind it was hoping its Maker not to meet

The lady kneeled and prayed that the kitten would come down
And live safely and happily there upon the ground

As she opened up her eyes and gazed out the window once more
She was amazed at what had happened while she knelt there on the floor

A small man had walked by just as she was kneeling
He looked up into the tree as he was overtaken by a feeling

There in the tree was the smallest bundle of fur
When he and the kitten locked eyes, he thought he heard her purr

Without thinking of himself and how he could fall
He climbed up to the kitten and started “kitty kitty” to call

As if God had pushed it along, the kitten came to the man
And without any incident it dropped right into his hand

The lady cried with tears of joy to see a miracle before her eyes
She wiped her cheek and up off her knees she did arise

She looked up to the ceiling and held her hands up high
And thanked the Lord for hearing her desperate cry

She never saw the kitten again, but remembered how she felt
When God answered her prayer while on her knees she knelt

(by Regina)

 

Unconditional Love

She smiles as I stroke her silky hair.  She is content.
Happiness is knowing she is loved, and that I am Heaven sent.

Life without me would be harsh, cruel and cold.
I cannot imagine being without HER as I am growing old.

She asks so little of me but to be held and told all is right.
I make sure she has her meals, both morning and at night.

I know she will not outlive me, and that saddens me so.
I have grown to love her so very much, I’ll hate to see her go.

But for now I will enjoy her company as she enjoys mine.
And not worry about how many lives are left out of her nine.

Yes, I am speaking of my fat and furry friend.
Who, if she could, would be with me all the way to the end.

(by Regina)

 

 

Our Choice

I hear the sound of a train , a truly lonesome sound
The steel wheels squeal on the tracks, nowhere bound

I sometimes wish I could hop that train, going nowhere
And flee my life of hopelessness and endless despair

But as I sit and dream of riding on that train
I realize I am the one who causes all my pain

One cannot escape the reality of this
We can make our life miserable or live in total bliss

It all hinges on the way we see the world each day
If we only see darkness and  doom, despair will come our way

But if we look into the sky and see the brightness of the sun
We have not lost this war called life, to fight we’ve just begun

Some battles will be lost as we walk this mortal land
But at the end of life, we can say we took a stand

Giving up and letting go are the easier paths to take
Either way we choose to go, the choice is ours to make

(by Regina)