Oh, to curl in God's lap
the way my cat curls in mine,
to feel a strong hand steadying my side,
to feel breath rise and fall
deeper, slower than mine.

Oh, to trust so completely.
Oh, to so melt.

And when God gets up to complete some task
(the cosmic equivalent of emptying the dishwasher
or getting the kids off to school),
oh, to contentedly shift to a couch cushion
and continue drowsing in that soothing, unceasing Presence.

Text and
image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.