KONY 2012

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4MnpzG5Sqc

Be a part of something bigger than you, bigger than me.

Be a part of justice.

Be global.

Spread hope and love.

This world is not beyond saving. We can pull together.

DO something :)

I miss my cat.

RIP Cuddles.

My 14-year-old, outdoor kitty

white with black spots, golden eyes

My lil holstein kitty.

I never want to forget:

You wandered through our garden one day during a picnic;

I picked you up.

Up you went, on top of my head,

and I wanted you for mine.

You belonged to the neighbors

so back you went,

and this 8-year-old was spent.

Too many pets, so back you came, to my arms and to my heart.

I plopped you on the couch or I plopped you on my bed, hoping we never would part.

I told you about Jesus, hoping to save your soul, hoping you'd forever live.

Oh "Christian cat," the times I threw you in the blanket, I hope you did forgive.

The time you pooped in my beanbag chair, I wasn't even mad.

The time Dad kicked you for being on the counter really made me sad.

The times you hid behind the couch for you believed the vacuum to be bad...

I miss.

Your gangly paws.

Your nonexistent meow.

Your grand "king of the jungle" stare.

I miss.

For the time you comforted when Grandma passed away.

For the times you ran through blizzards, to my arms to stay.

For the times you were beside me, while sick, you would lay.

I am thankful.

Lying in the sun, sleeping on Dad's belly, attacking the tent, chasing the baton, letting me dress you in doll's clothing, putting up with the brother spinning you on the kitchen floor, being such a gentle spirit.

I am reminiscent.

You lost a lot of teeth.

Your brain went a little fuzzy.

Randomly skipping about, and licking at nothing.

We kept you in, we kept you close,

kept you safe and wiped your nose;

until time stood still and it was time to go.

And my fondness of you will never go.

Of all the farm cats that did come and go..

you were always my cat. Part of the family. The one that stayed, survived. Thrived.

Love ya. Miss ya.

I've got vertigo

and I'd rather it not go away.

I don't hear you.

I can't see you.

You're a ghost of a fictitious past.

I gaze at the outline and wonder where that time went

why words were said

were the actions dead.

Why go back when back was wrong?

Don't get along, little doggie.

pitterpat. pitterpat. pitter. pity.

Is this hurt forbidden-

knowing, deep in your mind, the truth is perpetually hidden?

It's all messed up.

and I'm away...

Words

spoken behind backs

ya'll don't know how to act

but both putting on a face

that doesn't hint at a trace- of hurt.

You just skirt.

Skirt around the issues

and try to push away the "i miss yous"

secretly yearning for the tissues

that will comfort more than this friend.

I tell you, this doesn't have to be the end.

You're both just jaded

but instead of talking it out, you play dead.

Both hoping the other will take that leap,

putting their heart out on their sleeve

and ripping through the resentment

but you've both found apathetic contentment to just sit

and wait

for the other

to move

like the world

will wait

and the other

will do.

Something.

JUST DO SOMETHING.

HEY:

the whole world is spinning and people are needing and if you aren't outraged at SOMETHING then you need to OPEN YOUR EYES.

This world is BROKEN.

God lives IN US.

We are God's HANDS, God's FEET.

If God doesn't seem very present in our world, rethink what is written directly above.

I don't really know

what to say or do,

but I'm praying about this;

I bet you are too.