I’m Experimenting.

Turning

Bleeding, wrenched, and mangled on the ground near my feet,
All that was held dear to me, everything good and sweet.

Torn and trampled harshly where, when I cry, my tears

Fall up on the remnants, leaving bloody smears.

And were I to try to mend it, slowly piece by piece,
The task would prove impossible. Alone I can't increase.

I stare towards the sorrow, my gaze fixed on the hurt

That's lying still and silent, there upon the dirt.

I can not bare the sight of it, and I avert my face
I look towards the heavens to find a better place.

In truth, I turned the farthest from the pain which I could.
Of course in turning I see heaven. I knew that I would.

That was all that was required, the turning was my part.

And now the One in Heaven can mend my broken heart.

-Cathy Brian-

I just got Microsoft word on my computer a month or so ago.(I know, I know It's about time.) and I've been experimenting with all the different things I can now do. One, of which, is publish things to the web. so I tried it with this poem I recently wrote. It worked! but I can't get the spacing right. Oh well.

I've also been contemplating blogging this:

a few days ago Caib was laying on the couch. I walked into the family room and Caib looks up at me and says, "I'm not sure that my brain is entirely stable."

"Uh, Caib, I'm not sure if I would admit to that" Says I

Come to find out, He meant that he gets a lot of headaches.

We've laughed about that all week. But seriously The more I think about it the more I think If we would all confess our fear that our brains might not all be entirely stable, we might just solve a lot of problems in this life. I think a lot of life's problems just might stem from people refusing to acknowledge the condition of their brains.

heh,heh,heh, hee hee ha ha haa heee heeheh!!!!!!