The cat,
near infinite in patience,
takes her time
in choosing
who she'll trust.
She purrs.
Thoughts settle secretly
on her velvet mind
as she circles
like a bird above a nest,
presses my arm
against my thigh,
and lays atop it,
her heart over my hand,
as if to say:
If I will trust you,
It will be total
or not at all.
Envious of
her stubborn peace,
I react,
becoming still
as a tree in Winter
and praying:
Lord,
There is no more
that I require
than this:
Give me the faith
to curl up
next to Your greatness
and lay my heart
in Your hand.
Written originally in the 2000s. Revised at the time of this post. (11/3/22)
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