"The Gift at My Door" is a poem published at Peace Chronicle, Spring 2023.
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There
is a pregnant cat that keeps sitting on the doormat of my home.
She
just sits there and waits.
What
kind of faith this cat has?
She
waits at the doormat,
she
sits still.
Not
knowing at what time, I will open the door and put some food.
She
waits.
Not
knowing if I am here or not.
She
waits.
Not
knowing if this is the right place.
She
waits.
Not
knowing of I am the one who might open the door and put some food or
Other
neighbor who might scare her and
She
has to run away with her heavy weight.
She
waits.
Not
knowing that last night I opened the door and couldn't find her.
I
needed her to be there.
It
was painful to feel the missing of her.
I
worried that she might not ever come back.
The
voice inside me whispers;
She
will be back
She
will find her way
She
Knows.
This
morning, the cat is sitting at the doormat of my home.
She
sits still.
She
waits.
She
comes
She
knows.
This
kind of unshaken faith, I pray for.
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