I had writer’s block for today and I when I asked Dot what I should write about, she said, “The Eyes of a Cat” and offered up this little prose:
“Piercing yet Pretty
Gold or brown
Blue or green
or black
A glass sphere
protecting the canvas
of those speckled eyes
Each unique
Like a fingerprint.”
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
You aren’t unafraid. But you stand up in spite of it.
You aren’t all powerful. But you try with all your might.
You don’t have all the answers. But you never stop learning.
You aren’t impenetrable. But you don’t let weakness keep you down.
You can’t fix everything. But you never stop trying.
You can’t see the world. But you see your part of it.
You can’t protect everyone. But you protect the ones you can.
You fail sometimes. You fall sometimes.
Your secret identity is often exposed and you are often mundane.
You aren’t God.
You aren’t Superman.
You … read the rest. . .
Some days
I just can’t
get my head in the game.
Some days
the things I want
to write
are not
things I want to share.
Some days
the keyboard
just glares back
at me
waiting
for an interaction
that doesn’t come.
Today
is just one
of those days.
But
I keep trying.
I keep typing.
I keep thinking.
And I keep hitting
“move to trash”
Until I am satisfied
enough
with what I have
and comfortable
enough
to let you
read it.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
… read the rest. . .He said, “Follow me.” I said no.
He waited anyway.
He said, “Stay on this path.” I strayed.
He led me back.
He said, “I love you.” I pushed him away.
He loved me anyway.
He said, “I want to adopt you.” I refused.
He called me His own anyway.
He said, “I want to save you.” I laughed.
He sent His True Son to die in my place.
He said, “Let me bless you.” I ignored his gifts.
He blessed me anyway.
He said, “I will provide.” I wanted it all.
He withheld, but gave me more than I … read the rest. . .
by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy
In the Beginning
Nothing, expanded.
Blueprinted. Released.
Designed and planned for.
In the Beginning
Foundations laid.
Strength. Support.
Far-reaching.
Sun and moon and stars all over.
First
Fresh and new.
Structure.
Water and wood and
Green and blue
Views into the unknown.
Doors to the future
Expanding foundation.
Stairs and guards and patios and cellars
For climbing and protecting
And sharing and hiding.
Second
Learning, growing.
Planting roots, planting beauty.
Adding color, adding room.
Keeping up, trimming back
Filling out, fixing up
Settling in.
Third
Decorating.
Creating, remembering.
Mistakes, majesties.
Fourth
Repairs and hard work… read the rest. . .
NOLA, by Molly Jo Realy
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