Snuggy ****** of a curled up cat by
Furry faced, smiley headed, svelte
purveyor of the big meow
Purring away like a Geiger counter,
If you seek Nirvana then seek no
more, it's here
The Cat, she knows.
My cat poem. He's my relaxation technician.
What is homier than your bedroom?
Having God hold your hand.
What is cosier than your blankets?
God's promise forever to stand.
What is more intimate than your pillow?
God's thoughts of love for you.
What is more snug than your pajamas?
God's grace carrying you through.
Written 21 August 2018
Shades of wind
Ever so subtle
Warmth of the sol
Embrace the soul
Ever so gently
Like a newborn
Amidst his blanket
Ever so kind
Our sunset eyes
Drawn to rest
Ever so peacefully
By the lunar breeze
Ever so gracefully
Cold nights earth becomes
A cosmic cutlery drawer
Lovers neatly packed
wish you'd wrap your arms around me,
or offer your chest or lap for me to rest my head upon -
but I can only sleep if you're here.
Hmm, would love to have her in arms right now :'(
-just being honest
There is an old proverb
And this is how it goes
'A ship is safe when harbored,
Snugly in land that's closed.'
But ships weren't meant to be harbored,
They were not built to be snug but free,
Their masts to fly high and proud,
Through the stormy waves of seas.
— The End —