Here's the thing. I like the Psalms. I like to write psalms. I find that writing my own psalm about God is prayer--my most focused prayer. However, I need a poem for my writer's group and a poem about God wouldn't be acceptable.
So I wrote a psalm about my cat. I used the same literary form as Psalm 1:
Blessed is the man who does not walk
in the counsel of the wicked,
Nor stand in the way of sinners,
nor sit in company with scoffers.
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See how synonymous ideas are expressed, line after line, yet the original theme is developed. You get the idea? Well, here's my secular psalm:
Lucky is the cat who lives in my house
in the bosom of my loving family,
in the warmth of a fireplace,
or an air-conditioned, sunny room.
Rather than the stray who thinks he is free
and though he may go here and there,
he will never choose to enter human embrace
nor feel a gentle pat on the head
nor the stroke of a caressing hand
nor the kiss of a child--or anyone.
Do Stray Cats Purr?
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