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Walk With Me by Cathy Money

7/5/2008

Come, little brother take my hand
for one last walk across this land.
We’ll squish the sand between our toes
as salty breezes gently blow
sweet memories of long ago.

Let’s sit on the rocks, dangle our feet
and talk about when next we shall meet,
as cool waves break upon the shore
to wash away all things before.

There’ll be no more pain, no more fear
I see the angels standing near.
Let’s dry our tears and hug goodbye
and not to ponder why God, why?

Come brother give me a kiss
and know, you, I’ll dearly miss.
So, close your eyes, take your rest,
find your place among the best.
Serenity steals across your face
wrought by our Lord’s most amazing grace.

For Jim,
sister Catherine

Last Chance by Cathy Money

7/5/2008

I never knew you
considering all we'd been through.
You were just another small face
in an unforgettable place.

Someone I knew by name
to play some silly game.
No hugs or kisses to be shared
because we were just too scared
to say that we really did care.

Instead we pretended to hate
to ensure our childish fate.
Now we're all we have left today
and love should be the only way.

Clinging by Cathy Money

7/5/2008

How do I breach this
unyielding sorrow
with its promise
of no tomorrows?

How many tears
must I shed
before its appetite's fed?

Unruly and unkempt in its rage
posing as a loving sage.
Why does it hurt, maim
simply to conquer and claim?

I cling like a worn leaf
afraid to be set free
and bid a fierce farewell
to sorrow's coldest hell.

Dawn by Cathy Money

6/12/2007

I have a secret place
I go too when I'm down.
It's like no other place
anywhere around.

I lie in silky stillness
listening to time undress.
Cloaked in night's dew
washing away all duress.

I watch the Moon
meander between the stars
wondering how soon
Sun will rise from afar.

With a new day upon me
and troubles paled gray
hope is what I choose to see
to begin a better way.

Addiction by Cathy Money

5/3/2004

This family has a common thread;
foul addiction has left many dead,
Making its own nasty rules
feeding like a savage ghoul.
An appetite that has no bounds
grinding sweet souls into the ground.

Plunging them into darkest despair.
Pushing them beyond our loving care.

This battlefield strewn with silent pleas,
do they pray for death to set them free?
Addiction does not discriminate,
it can blindly dictate someone’s fate.
For all of us left here to mourn
we just hope they may be reborn.

BLINK by Cathy Money

5/22/2007

I'm afraid if I close my eyes
tomorrow won't be there.
The flowers won't grow

without my tender hand.
The sun will rise without
noticing my absence.

Afraid I will never
hear your "good morning"
or feel your embrace again.

Afraid I will be
forgotten too soon as
memories turn to dust.

Family and friends must
go on living even as they
murmur soft condolences.

I'm afraid I spend too
much time in the dark,
must open my eyes to a new day.

TIME TO BUTTON UP by Cathy Money

5/22/2007

Summer has left and Autumn comes closer,
I watch as Virginia Creeper turns red,
time to take down the Hummingbird feeders.

Patio furniture stored
in the garage,
barbecue grill covered
and out of the way.

Air conditioners pulled out
and packed away;
shorts and swimsuits slumber
among the mothballs.

The mountain nights have become
chilly and clear,
the old woodstove is clean
and ready to go.

Cords of Oak wait patiently by the door.
I button my jacket and walk my dogs
down to watch the snowbirds at their feeders.

LITTLE DEVOTIONS by Cathy Money

5/22/2007

This child's chaste heart
sought
quiet comfort in you.

Her bright eyes
shined
with loving rapture.

Her joyful face
lifted
to the heavens.

Her golden voice
devoted
to song and prayer.

Thus, her soul you lovingly
sheltered
against a dismal world.

Her entire life forever
dedicated
to her Lord and Savior

Hunt and Peck by Cathy Money

5/2/2004

To my delight he
briskly begins tapping a
melody on the
chimney. An industrious,
shy pecker of wood is he!

Basketcase by Cathy Money

4/9/2004

The jellybean cried
out in fear for his life which
did end Easter morn,

Mr. Bunny lost
his head in a most awful
chewing accident,

The lil Easter egg
was trembling so badly he
started crackin up.

Love Song by Cathy Money

4/9/2004

Your angels sang soft
And sweetly upon my ear,
My love you hold dear.

Rain Game by Cathy Money

4/9/2004

Springtime thunder booms,
lightning playfully nips the
dusty desert floor.

Forgotten by Cathy Money

4/9/2004

She is a grown woman now
but at times she does think it grossly unfair,
that the people who created her
could not find it in their hearts to care.

A dull ache surrounds her care worn heart
mourning for the years they spent apart.

Circumstances robbed her of the chance
to grow and blossom from such love.
Each night she would kneel by her little bed
whispering to God above.

She prayed for her parents to come and take her away
from the foster home where she lived every dreary day.

They would love her very much
and never again leave her alone.
But the years wore on with her
childish prayers now long outgrown.

She was left to sadly suffer
her own torments;
the bountiful gifts given
her by selfish parents.

She serenely abandons her dark reverie
to gaze at the little girl in her lap lovingly.

Despite all of her childhood pain
love and family she finally found.
She embraces all that is dear to her,
a tender heart now left unbound

FORGOTTEN by Cathy Money

4/9/2004

Ageless Desire by Cathy Money

4/5/2004

His faded blue eyes
lingered long in her gentle
emerald green gaze.

ASCENSION by Cathy Money

4/4/2004

All heaven’s angels
Sing and rejoice
Calling to
Everyone, behold the
New body of Jesus,
Swept up
Into his father's arms
On this dawning
New day in heaven

Wee Sips by Cathy Money

4/25/2004

Anna's bird hovers
above the sweet nectar pool
humming between sips.

Our Dance by Cathy Money

4/25/2004

We embraced tonight.
I laid your soul wide open;
I, Shame, made you writhe.

Denial by Cathy Money

4/24/2007

Crawling through a sludge of shame my hands bleed,
torn by broken shards of bitterness.
Guilt plasters the walls of my mind
blackened like mildew, wet with
streams of tears and rage.
Unable to leave
behind the sin
of simply
being
me.

Child!
How can
you think such
terrible things
when I, your Father
know you are all that is.
My creation of goodness,
angel of innocence with shades
of dancing sunshine in your bright eyes
for I, your Lord made you in My image.

Blink by Cathy Money

4/24/2007