Lullaby to A Loving Cat

I held you

In the palm of my hand

Sweet little thing

Pink-tongued vulnerable

Stumbling our way

Through the dance of life

Afraid, awkward– looking forward

Glancing back.

Our place at day’s end

Together around a book

You leaned on me

With deep-throated contentment

I held you

In the curve of my lap

Until your limbs went heavy

And the essence of you

Floated to wherever

Good spirits go

Cathedrals

Vaulting upward arching in supplication

Reaching inward in gentle longing

For life’s keenest lacks

In the gray morning no poem sang

Within me for grief or love

For all that had died or

The soul’s broken circles

Vaulting upward reaching inward

Through the rose window

Facing south to Our Lady

Healing comes in grace with grace

In silent cathedrals

Breakfast Time

Tea and Toast

Tea and toast

That’s the breakfast

That Herbert likes most

He would rather have some toast and jelly

Than anything else to fill his belly.

The guru would often offer an egg

But Herbert would grumble

Ugh, no way!

Tea and Toast

Tea and Toast

That’s the breakfast

That Herbert likes most

Maybe and orange?

Maybe and apple?

With hash browns and

Lots of scrapple?

Tea and toast

Tea and toast

That’s the breakfast

That Herbert likes most.