Conversion

The monastery cat
patrols garden boundaries
at dawn.
Spraying in the four directions
he claims fertile territory
as his own.

I yearn for god
to stalk my borders
with fierce desire-
a wild, territorial cat
spraying love in all directions
claiming my soul
as sacred space.


Obedience

Before the sun rose
I saw crows
flying south,
invisible thread or magnet
holding them to course.

If I could learn
crow secrets
perhaps one day
I would fly
into the heart of god.

from A Hermit Holds My Heart
Ellen Porter
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