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The Little Kitten 1-19-12- louis gander


A tiny little kitten
whose feet were very sore,
wandered through the drifting snow
and right up to my door.
The weak meowing stirred me,
and drew me when she cried.
I crossed my room with aging feet,
inviting her inside.

She shivered and was hungry,
was frightened, very weak.
Confused, she wasn't trusting,
her future somewhat bleak.
Now even though I loved her,
I saw a troubled sign.
I thought about it for a bit -
compared her life to mine...

As she warmed up to me a bit,
I let her eat and rest -
but ran, she did, if I came close -
afraid of me, I guessed.
Now I was like that kitten,
and it became quite clear -
that I was frightened, ran away,
when Jesus got too near.

Then as the days kept rolling by,
she finally did prefer -
to be around and close to me.
She knew that I loved her.
Before I learned that God so loved,
my life was very grim.
And though He loved me very much,
I had no faith in Him.

Knowing that I love her so
and take good care of her -
knowing that I listen when
I hear her prayerful purr -
defines a word called "faithfulness",
defines a true belief -
not wandering out aimlessly
in blowing snow and grief.

So now you'll find her in my lap,
a tiny ball of fuzz -
but she had taught me faithfulness.
I know it's true because -
I once roamed like this kitten,
where snow and drifting harms,
but now I lie in pastures green -
with Jesus, in His arms.

©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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The Heart of a Quilter - Joan Clifton Costner





The Heart of a Quilter


She hurries through dishes and many chores
Just so she can sit down once more -
Not for a rest, but a blessing to be -
A soft quilt to cradle the newest baby.
She has taken much time in the choosing process,
Colors that soothe and you’d like to caress -
Fabric that feels like soft skin to touch -
That’s what the babies enjoy so much.
She wants something happy - and a batting that holds,
Dries quickly and fluffs up right under his nose.
In her secret heart she hopes that he’ll connect
This quilt with his comfort - security check.
For there in the stitches and binding are found
Well wishes and blessings in prayers she has wound
Around all the edges with touches of love
Interceding to God for help from above.
“Bless this life, Father, with health and good will;
A happy heart and service to fill,
All of his days may he whisper to Thee
And, at the last , grant there’ll be Heaven to see!”
When it’s finished the quilter’s heart’s satisfied...


But, she just heard of someone whose just arrived
At the doorway of illness and probably needs
A warm quilt to wrap up around his feet!
...And Jesus, in Your life on our cold old earth -
You’d have liked her quilt at the time of Your birth;
I wish she’d have been there - her comfort to give,
But in these, whom she services, Lord, ...You live!


© 2007 by Joan Clifton Costner
Joan is a Heavenly Inspirations Author.
This poem may be used in its entirety, with credits in tact,
for non-profit ministering purposes.

“In as much as you have done it unto the least of them....
you have done it unto me...”






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