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Friday, January 23, 2009

Cat of Heaven

Apology to Francis Thompson

I sought Him, up all night and up all day.
I sought Him, all my sinful life.
I sought Him, through the academic maze,
Professional cubicles and children’s strife.
I looked for Him, I reached out, I touched.
Across the land, I held tight.
The gentle breeze of His approach
Would calm my racing heart at night.
No hound of heaven; rather playful kitten,
Scratching at the door – not to be ignored,.
Circling feet, rubbing, caressing, tail high.
Alack! You have always been my Adored.

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