After a good cry,
I pick up the cat,
who's sprawled
across my office floor,
limp and heavy
with sleep. I curl
his body against my heart,
where he settles and purrs
himself back into unconsciousness.
Did five-year-old me
know,
when she begged to own
a kitten,
that even this need
would be met?
No, of course not.
This cat’s purr,
radiating healing,
is pure grace – a combination
of creation’s wisdom and a little
girl’s intuition, to hold what is
soft and healing to her
gentle, loving heart.
Thank you Kelly...such beautiful words but not only the words but the feeling of kinship and gratitude between the two of you, and with the God who knew. Makes me wish I had a cat right now, though I did sometimes experience that deep comfort with our little old dog.
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