“There are no edges to my loving now.”
― Rumi
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The cat lays
Curled
Its little paws covering its nose
and eyes
pressed against my like
a tight little ball of wonder
in that moment
gazing
my love is complete
it does not remember the countless times
her wet nose and rasping tongue
awoke me from treasured sleep
the sharp prick of kneading claws
nor the trail of muddy footprints across the
comforter
the edges of expectation
all the parts of what we think of as love
that can tear and hurt
have disappeared
and all that remains is
this soft and wonderful acceptance and affection
Ah
this O sacred one is how you love me
this is how
I am to love all those
whose lives I touch
I am not that good at this Lord!
may your love instruct me
my your love inform
my love
so that it is
love
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