Stroking the fur of one cat, while
Restraining the paw of the kitten.
My cat’s eyes look into my own
Mirrors of his soul. I am to him, The One.
The kitten, new as dawn, soft and unafraid, unlearned of the thorns of this life.
He is a bit arrogant, trusting in the air beneath him, the seeming solidity of Things.
My heart breaks, knowing the future of life is death, slow-coming.
We are all so brilliant in our beginnings, so sure in the strength of each decided step.
Before we are warned weakness comes, what we once traversed with joy, we now tread in sorrow, slow and stumbling.
It is the curse of Adam, of sin, of mistake, of error pursued before thought.
Growing old outside but not in. Inside we are new, pink and blinking.
Inside we are alive and vibrant, waiting for a kinder existence in which to be.
But outside, oh outside, we groan as once-suppleness becomes stupid stumbling, clumsy.
My silk string of hope is in the Lord. Lord of eternity where there is no weakness, no sadness, no failure.
The invisible string of His promise to me. He will allow me to walk, no – stride in that new home.
That new place, so like all the places our souls have ever loved, have ever yearned for. For me it is mountains, verdant with hazy summer growth. For me it is youth, feet running over green earth, ever up to the heights, where my eyes gaze upon all the blessings…..wild strawberries amongst the grass, the view of Catskill heights in the distance, sitting atop a deserted fire station.
All that I have loved, bird and beast, have shared in this newness of flesh, the renewal of life in Him.
And I will see glory, but quiet and soft.
And I will be there amongst the free, amongst the golden, so glad to serve, to observe, to silently soar aloft and feel the warm air beneath my wings.
He has promised. He has loved and paid it all so I can be free.
Wow, absolutely beautiful .. . . . .
This was an awesome post. I hope you and your family are all well.
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