The cat who has found mercy looks
Contentedly, with golden eyes
Half-lidded in her purring bliss,
Past fingers stroking down her back,
Her neck thrust up insistently
To beg I scratch her ears or chin—
Then wanders off to roll, legs up,
Still purring, ’round upon the rug.
Ah! Would, O Sovereign Lord, that I might find
Such mercy in your house as she in ours!
That, when I go astray and seek my ill,
I might be firmly, lovingly held back—
To, like her, have not aught to do but praise!
I wrote this yesterday, after a particularly striking glimpse of our cat’s eyes in (more or less) the pose the first few lines describe. Her name is “Ruhamah,” which explains the opening line. (This picture is of her about seven years ago.) But after that initial spark, most of the ideas here are ones that friends have used, including Aubrey’s post in March.
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- “A Feline Supplication” (shinecycle.wordpress.com)