Fear falls into our laps
When we least recognize it,
It slips in like a setting sun
Sweetly and securely
And filled with promises.
Fear walks away
When we most recognize it,
When we call it out by name
And look it in the eye
And say: ‘Stay.’
Tag: lap
Climbing Cat (day 2794)
I watched you climb up to your perch
One I worried too high
But in your time
You found your way
Back down to my lap
To keep me warm as night did pass
For outside winds did howl
And night has set in upon us
Climbing cat, my friend.
I Cried (day 1644)
On the edge of my post they cried.
They sat down in a semi circle
With legs crossed and arms placed
Calmly about their laps
And sang to me with eyes closed
And angelic voices reaching from
Stern to bow.
There was an unanswered echo
That leapt from a good cause
To an outstanding motif
Highlighted in the sun.
Whence my eyes swept from
Juxtapose to just a reason
And calmly reminded myself
I was upon the edge of my post
Until they cried.