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Post by sandy on Jul 7, 2006 9:51:45 GMT -5
It keeps running around on cat's paws through my miniature brain. Soft, quiet, padded cat's paws.Running around and around. Sometimes even changing directions and sneaking up on you from a different angle. One you are not suspecting them to come from. Alternating flashes of memory or fantasy depending in the current mood. Constantly on the prowl, never ceasing to grab the advantage of an unguarded moment. Unguarded moment.That's laughable. There is no such thing as a guarded moment How can you protect yourself from your own thoughts? Maybe you only fool yourself that you want protection from them. Time will help. Gradually your brain becomes accustomed and you pay less and less attention to those cat's paws. The world surrounding you takes precedence. Keeping you outside yourself. Letting you dwell inside only on those occasions when unbelieving you find no outside demons. That's the course to follow. Time, the world and most importantly,God. He is the best protection from those cat's paws. Put yourself in His Hands. He has the answers. He'll protect you, even from those furtive cat's paws.
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Post by Mark on Jul 7, 2006 13:10:19 GMT -5
Reminiscent somewhat of Sandburg's "The Fog"...not on subject, but on tonal quality and the feline reference...well done...
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