-on the pursuit of happiness

Let me pity your feet,
those innocent souls,
squeezed relentlessy
just for the sake of glory.

Let me balm your feet,
wash away the wounds,
mend what is broken,
soothing mute dispair.

Let me lay my forehead
on top of your toes.
Let them gently
speak their wisdom.

And I will go and join, again,
the madness of this world.

But let me feel the earth
in this crazy pirouette,
our reaching up, up, up:
digging deep, while scraping skies.

-on empty life and aimless power: a guy's
big party that happened without him

Laughed out loud this morning
happy, lightly, free,
softly stumbling down the stairs
- but really, god it isn't me.

Broken glass in the living
scrunching under my feet,
torn portraits, burnt letters,
melted bottles, boiling books
- hahaha, no, it wasn't me.

Went out, caught fire, blew up
- don't know for which cause.
Touched down on the balcony
- from the victims no applause.
Hot red footprints ten inch deep
- not mine, I was sound asleep.

Hmmm, fresh air,
can smell it through the window glass.

Who is this guy outside,
stretching out his arm to me?

Just wondering...
will they ever remove these bars,
so we can shake hands?

My father has a lump on the right side of his face. I noticed it this morning after I posted my last poem. The lump is where his cancer used to be.

I cannot be on the site right now. I'm sure you understand.

I'm not letting this get me down. He was healed of cancer before through prayer... There is no reason why that couldn't happen again!


All your prayers and good thoughts are appreciated!

♡ Catherine

When you are down, and full of fear
There seems to be nobody near
There's no answer when you pray...
Give God a sacrifice of Praise!

Lift your voice and sing a song!
Sing It Loud! Oh, sing it strong!
It's not the meter, nor the phrase,

Give God a sacrifice of praise!

When life is hard, and you are blue,
And you don't know just what to do
Strike Up the Band, you'll be amazed!
Give God a sacrifice of praise!

(Chorus)

Paul and Silas knew the truth
Sang in prison, raised the roof!
Those dungeon walls did surely shake,
And those bars began to break!

Lift your voice and sing a song!
Sing It Loud! Oh sing along!
By God's might those halls were razed...

Because of sacrifice of praise!!!



SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/26/2009

Thanks  everyone  for  all  your  support.
I  cannot  keep  up  with  all  the
notifications.
It,s  truly  wonderful.
Thanks  very  much  again..

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.