It’s Funny How Your Not Who You Think You Are

So you thought you were patient

You thought you were kind

You thought you could juggle

All that’s on your mind.

You couldn’t be certain

You thought you were strong

All the struggles and trials

I couldn’t be more wrong.

I thought I was helpful

I thought I meant well.

I worked hard and gave all

But I’ll be dammed that all fell.

I couldn’t go the distance

Just can’t please them all.

Guess I’m too hard to please

Couldn’t foresee the fall.

I wasn’t all this

I wasn’t all that

I wasn’t what I thought I was

And that’s just that.

But I’ve never tried harder

I’ve never given up

I’m not going back

And I’m not going to grump.

Perception, sometimes distorted

Answers are too few

Questions way too many

Worse than a pot of stew.

At least I’m not cold hearted

Or so that’s what I’ve heard.

But then that depends on who you ask

Oh yes, and sometimes I’m a nerd.

I do believe in logic

And right and wrong that’s true.

And everything has it’s place

Including me and you.

So what if I’m not perfect

So what if I’m hard to please

At least I know what makes me happy

And not immobile in the breeze.

I don’t expect perfection

But close would be enough.

I want what’s best for me and you

And that’s not really so tough.

I know I can be picky

I know I can sound gruff

I know the things that must be done

And yes I know I’m tough.

Perception-enlightened

Answers-nearly all

Questions-keep them, coming

For practice makes us tall.

God gave me many talents

I use all that I can

I know that I’m a Child of God

And that’s just who I am!

by; Catherine A Raney

10/31/02

Peace There is a special feeling when down on bended knee I come for spiritual healing my Heavenly Father and me. Our conversation weaves around what's in my heart this day and reassurances of his love I'll need along the way. No matter what the hardship that comes into my day I know that I can turn to God And Peace will come my way. Catherine A Raney Copyright ©2004 Catherine Ann Raney

 

I Love To Hear The Stories I love to hear the stories my mother tells to me. They remind me of my life above Sitting on my Father's knee. The stories paint a picture of meadows full of life. With bees and birds and animals while the sun is shinning bright. Oh, I love to hear the stories that Jesus read to me. He told me I was special as I sat upon his knee. He said that I was chosen A child of God above. To join my family here on earth and teach, that God is love. Catherine A Raney Copyright ©2004 Catherine Ann Raney

I Looked Into A Mirror Have I looked into a mirror did I look in honestly. Did I like the person looking back was that person really me? I thought that I was smileing perhaps it was a frown. I wanted to be friendly perhaps I let me down. Sometimes it's just not easy to read between the lines. For others who are looking in the smile it sometimes blinds. My heart is filled with emotions but the wall is hard to shake. The words are caught between my lips and I feel that I will break. I looked into that mirror, I'll do it diligently. To make that person looking back, Happy that it's me! Cathy A Raney Copyright ©2004 Catherine Ann Raney