This poem was inspired by the brilliant poet and my (irl) friend,Tania Runyan, whose volume of poetry ‘Second Sky‘ follows hard after the Apostle Paul’s writings.
The waltzing cat silently slinks between
cupboards on concrete and grass.
The only sound as he slips
is the bronze tag at his neck
giving away his presence.
I follow the light noises, eyeing him
as he reaches the fence,
vanishing through to the dark, leafy side.
Larger chimes (upstairs and down)
wave in the wind saying, “Listen!”,
truer sounds than the dense voices
inside the four walls of my home behind me.
I was made for here and hear—
tuned to the harmony of Heaven
that calls me to attend.
I turn my head
and wish for ears cupped and turned
like those of my feline friend
drawn by the whoosh and rustle.
Wish instead to ring, not with the clang
of this earthbound voice, but
with a bit of soft twinkling
like the wind driven chimes calling
me towards Home.
The poem above first appeared on my poetry blog ‘Another Facet.’ You can read more here.