Katie Bell

 

 

 

Katie Bell

 

Too young to go, dear friend of mine,

And, only eight, beloved feline,

Your partner died at age sixteen,

Few months ago, the hurt still keen.

 

Aloof when Albie roamed around,

So cute, yet you were more profound-

In how kept your heart within,

‘Twas hard to see such toughness win.

 

When Albie died, then you were born,

Remoteness gone, no more forlorn,

You’d daily twine and nightly sat,

Upon my lap to pet or pat.

 

Now, to the vet for yearly care,

Once home you hid and were not there,

And, did not drink and would not eat,

You stiffly walked as in defeat.

 

As short and quick your swift decline,

You searched for soft things to recline,

These telltale signs we’d come to know,

So hard, so soon, to let you go.

 

Dear One, I know that you’re at rest,

And, in this life we were so blessed,

We came to know you, oh, so well,

We loved, and love you, Katie Bell!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson

March 30, 2021

Searching Widely

 

Searching Widely

 

Searching widely, far and near,

When most uncertain; facing fear,

And, all around is swirling doubt,

While your own strength is giving out.

 

Then faith in God with whom you trust,

Stand strong upon His strength, you must,

Within his arms a loving warm,

He’ll guide you through the rampant storm.

 

Creator of all life we see,

Sustainer of all life is He,

When all you see are shifting sands,

He’ll lift you with Almighty Hands.

 

Yes, walk by faith and not by sight,

To see the Savior’s glorious light,

Through raging sea and crashing foam,

Tis God alone twill bring you home!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson

March 7, 2021