To bow one's forehead to the ground
And listen for your answer
To spend this life meditating
On how to inherit the kingdom of heaven
If all the little things we do to others
The cruel and the kind
And the in-between things we do
The things we do for ourselves
How do we choose which path to take
When one must choose between two
Which is the right way to take
And I hope there are worlds in heaven
And I hope that all people can Pray to You
And I hope that sinners are forgiven
Most of the time
In Jesus' Name,
Amen

I picked you a basket of flowers
And lay them at your bare muddy feet
I've never seen you so alone
As you seem to be in this moment

We pray to God to be forgiven
But we can do much better
I look out on the rye grass blowing
And feel a faraway emotion

I kissed you in the kitchen
And I bedded you in the bed
I seduced you in the living room
And brushed your long soft hair

Your hair is a mink coat that falls
From your neck onto your shoulders
Pouring, pouring down your back
It finishes itself at your waist

Some gentleness in your dusky hair
Something of quietness and repose
Something of patience and gentleness
And a life spent doing good deeds

In mine the clamor of conflicts
And fiery resolutions
A firmness and a stubbornness
And adherence to Virtue

Together let us lay here together
Under the softness of the blanket
And listen to each other's breath
And the world going on without us

I am feeding a black cat fish bones
A cat with golden eyes and a thin body
It looks at me alertly awaiting response
You cannot tell whether it is a boy or a girl

But in its being is the essence of all Catness
Is that which makes a cat a cat
It understands itself like a sphinx
It is giving me a riddle

I am a clever and plump older woman
And this cat is welcome in my cottage
We make a good pair, Cat and I
And warm ourselves by the fire

As night falls by We watch the earth turn
As it rises over its axis
If there is anything amiss in it
We are going to tell The Lord

The Cat likes it rough in life and hardship
He likes a lot of suffering
I think he likes being hurt or harmed
I do not know why that is so

I look at him and He looks at me
And time goes on and on
I say it is better to be clean and warm
Than to be harmed

But he likes it rough

In Jesus' Name,
Amen