calling

calling                                        February 21, 2015
the foolish little cat won’t come home
and i cannot sleep well
with any of my children gone.
is this why God never sleeps?
She is awake and pacing and calling
the names of those She loves.

i could keep him leashed, confined
what love would that be?
there must be choice and freedom
or there is no love.
home cannot be a prison
because a prison can never be home.

i will keep calling for you
and keep calling the little cat.
She kept calling me
when i forgot to listen.
someday you will hear
and come home.

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About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2.5 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. My most recent completed endeavor was finishing BA's in Religious Studies and American Studies. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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