Dreams of a Kitten by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Dreams of a Kitten

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Stevie stretched and purred contentedly. He knew that even

though it had been a dream, the magic of his adventure with the

Easter Bunny would stay with him forever. And every Easter, as

he watched the children hunt for eggs, Stevie would remember the

joy and love he had helped to spread.

Easter

Patti Smith Group

Easter Sunday, we were walking

Easter Sunday, we were talking

Isabel, my little one, take my hand

Time has come

Isabella, all is glowing

Isabella, all is knowing

And my heart, Isabella

And my head, Isabella

Frederick and Vitalie

Savior dwells inside of thee

Oh, the path leads to the sun

Brother, sister, time has come

Isabella, all is glowing

Isabella, all is knowing

Isabella, we are dying

Isabella, we are rising

I am the spring, the holy ground

The endless seed of mystery

The thorn, the veil, the face of grace

Brazen image, the thief of sleep

The ambassador of dreams, Prince of peace

I am the sword, the wound, the stain

Scorned, transfigured child of Cain

I rend, I end, I return