
And in her haste
She sees the error
Of her ways
And slows her pace
She slows her ways
Of being
And of thinking
So she can simply be
Cat Lady Poet
And in her haste
She sees the error
Of her ways
And slows her pace
She slows her ways
Of being
And of thinking
So she can simply be
What does she hear
When her heart is full of wonder
Of sadness, of righteous anger
What does she hear
When she allows time to stop
And she breathes
What does she hear
But the silence in her bones
Just notice
Notice your slight headache
The snoring dog
The background hum of electronic household devices
The patter of rain against the window
The voice below the din whispering
Now
Now
Now
The Angels remind us that rushing will not improve our odds of getting it right; if anything it decreases those odds. Stop. Breathe. Take time to be in the moment.
The Angels remind us that the way to see angels is simply to look for them, the way we see anything else. If we’re not paying attention, we’ll surely see nothing at all.