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I put
the big cushion
on my lap
as I sit down.
Wordlessly waiting.
He knows.
How, I do not know,
but he knows.
I hear him coming in
from outside,
deliberately walking down
the passage
and into the room.
I do not see him.
I sit
with eyes closed.
I feel the soft landing
as he jumps
onto my lap.
He kneads the cushion
for a moment,
purring,
and settles in.
I fold my hands
in prayer
around his
cold, strong
hunter’s body.
Gradually,
we become
one warmth.
“But oh! God is in his holy temple!
Quiet everyone – a holy silence. Listen!” *
* Habakkuk 2:20 (The Message)
George
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