Random Thoughts

Random Thoughts

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RANDOM THOUGHTS
by Kamila More Cabisada

Kamila is trying to write her column while thinking about…

how different the world was when you were younger
how different your world is now that you are older
how greatly things change on the outside while
remaining pretty much the same on the inside

how lovely it is to be loved by Jesus
how precious it is to know that you can be still;
motionless
and He will be Lord and God just the same

how terrible it is to realize you are doing too many things
all at the same time
how wonderful it is to realize you can drop things
that seem urgent but are actually not

how priceless it is
to just be.

Kamila is going back to writing her column now;
her mind sufficiently stimulated, she thinks

she knows what book to write
and for whom

Thanks be to God
Amen.

 

Hypnotizing Chickens

Hypnotizing Chickens

by Kamila More Cabisada

How astute you are, fair clucking creature
How hard for me to chase after
The family descends at midnight tonight
You’ll be queen of my kitchen counter

You will dance, you will romp
In the sand, in the hay
In flour, in grease
In salt, in spice

You’ll be dressed in the best
Your charm put to the test
As you sit on my table tonight

What? This is a Sunday?
You must be in church, you say?
[No, you may not!]
I beg your pardon, darling sweet
There are better, brighter, hotter things
Than steeples and pews and roosters that sing

So look at me
Stare into my eyes
And come to me.

What? You must say your prayers?
Repent of your sins?
Ugh, no! Utterly morbid, my sweet
The oil in my pan will wipe your slate clean
This comes with a sure guarantee

So look at me
Stare into my eyes
And come to me.

What? So who is this Friend of yours?
You cannot stand Him up, you say?
Not even for a night with me?

I have raised you, I have kept you
Protected you, fed you
And this is how you repay me?
With abandonment? Treachery?

Look at me, I say.
Stare into my eyes.
And come to me!

But now you run, why?
Because He says you must try?
I shall break your attempt
You’ll see.

Darling friend, lovely dove
What is happening? Where are you?
I can’t see you, I can’t feel you
I am burned by this horrid Light.

Please come out. Into the darkness.
This brightness dulls my senses
It blinds me, gags me, binds me inutile
You must show yourself once more

Come out…
Into the darkness…
Show yourself…
Stare into my eyes.

And return to me.

But you will not
Since you can not
I can’t stand it —
You are free.

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“Chicken on the Run” painting by Gena LaCoste
http://genalacoste.blogspot.com/2011/03/chicken-on-run.html