(This photograph shows what my friend Nancy Donovan has created for a feral cat who has been coming to her porch for food and a safe place to sleep for a couple years. This cat cannot bear being indoors with the other cats or near a human. Nancy writes, “Every year I make her a winter house. I think this is the best yet. Wool blankets or old sweaters are the best insulation.”)
God, help me to give,
not what I think is the best
for others,
but what they want.
May I accept the “sleeping rough”
expressed in different ways
of those dear to me,
and just make it a little softer,
giving from respect
rather than my desire to be seen
as generous,
not needing to understand
everything, give advice,
or even Kondo the sock-drawer
in someone else’s life.
Give me the imagination
to reboot an old cooler
into a safe and warm place,
and yet the wisdom
to know another lost one
battered by the winds of these times,
needs to come inside
and sit by my fire. amen.
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Maren C. Tirabassi’s newest, indeed brand new, book is “Christmas Eve at the Epsom Circle McDonald’s and Other Poems” and she blogs at http://giftsinopenands@wordpress.com/ She’s a UCC, US, pastor and a writer and lives in Portsmouth, New Hampshire.
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