As thou didst hunger bear, and thirst,
so teach us, gracious Lord,
to die to self, and chiefly live
by thy most holy word.
Universalis Hymn
Our cat leaves a dead mole;
A gift dropped at the door.
Soft plush of fur
On the bone-white snow,
Still warm,
Still,
A gift
Released
In a lent hunger:
In her eyes a caged heart
Pulsing with desire
To devour
The offering
Dropped at the door.
Hmmmm...are we not all wishing to devour our own offerings...? Wow. To think we could really give a gift to God by giving something up. This poem is a challenging one, in that I don't think I could give a gift as well as the cat!! Ha!
ReplyDeleteYes! I was so struck with the cat's reigning in her passion to eat the mole. It was a good thing to notice during Lent!! I don't think I could give as well either!! Practice, practice and more practice. Happy Lent friend!!
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