For The Witch

Just a small prayer

There’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is gold
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she’s buying a stairway to heaven.

There’s a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
‘Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there’s a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.

Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.

There’s a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.

Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

And it’s whispered that soon, if we all call the tune,
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long,
And the forests will echo with laughter.

If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now,
It’s just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There’s still time to change the road you’re on.
And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won’t go, in case you don’t know,
The piper’s calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.

And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.

Kids, listen to the piperĀ ~ not all that glitters is gold, not all who shines aren’t shadows and you can’t buy that stairway.

On The 7th Day

It’s seven days after Makhluk’s death. The cats came out of the sewers to stand vigil at the field. And there was a large bright and perfect orb when this picture was taken, encompassing everyone.

Such was Makhluk’s unconditional love to all, caregiving, feeding, caring lovingly even to those kittens that were not hers. They were in the end all hers in her love.

May God’s Love be together with Makhluk always.

I haven’t cried since my father died 19 years ago. My daughter was his favourite ever, and he who had always wanted a daughter got a grand daughter in all of God’s blessings, and when I saw her at home after leaving the clinic, I just hugged her and cried. I’ve never cried eversince no matter how sad I had been. But tonight I cried again.

To all those who have died in injustice.  And to those who delight in doing them

Makhluk Died Today

Makhluk, the cat who loved us so much that I used to think if God wanted to let us feel His love personally short of making an appearance Himself had instead given us Makhluk, had died today. She had breathing difficulties around 130pm and died about 4 hours later. Mork, the grand matriach of all our cats who had been missing for several months, returned briefly during her burial.

Makhluk left behind 4 cute kittens after a fifth died recently.

Her relatives who had fled from home to live in the sewers emerged in numbers tonight at the field where everyday Makhluk greets me and follows me home. Video here

Mork’s return here