Three Faces

Three Faces are the inspiration for this poem.  These are faces that I see everyday for good or ill.  They aren’t the only faces I see, but today, they gave room for thought.  And that’s not a bad thing.    This post is part of the weekly challenge put out by Miss Kate.

Three Faces

Staring in the window,
a face stares back.
A little face, with tufty ears,
waiting, patiently, the wind must stop!
Then one shadow can be with
his human again.
But until, the noise of the window,
keeps one very scaredy cat
confined within doors.

Looking down the stairs,
I hear the sound of a squeaky mouse,
so I know what face I will see.
A small, orange/brown tabby,
who thinks my hubby is just “ALL THAT”,
and tolerates me well enough because
I brought squeaky mouse into the house.
Her bright eyes and small slinky body
occasionally make me laugh.

A long-haired cat sits on a table
staring with a croaky Miaow.
Her face is not one to be messed with,
with calico coat shows her nature.
Figuring out what she wants suddenly
becomes vitally important.
Quick to take offense, but
equally quick to give way,
Fierceness gives way to fear
if push truly comes to shove.

Benji, Ivy, and Lizzy,
we’re apparently their slaves,
ones to do their bidding when,
fear of the world doesn’t
get in the way.

Sometimes, I think I’m a cat too.
Wanting God to be my slave, except
when I’m too concerned about other things.
Wanting God to meet all my needs (according
to his riches in glory), until I get
distracted by the things surrounding me.

I so need to be less cat like, and more
aware of the depth of his love for me, and
how I hurt his heart when I act too “Catty”.
He calls me to be more than that you know?
“Be holy as I am holy” he quietly says.
Not something you’d say to a cat eh? 🙂