Abe V Rotor
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The cat on an icon's lap,
would make one laugh;
silly the duo make
for some jocose sake.
Who is fooling who
maybe we may not know;
one reading a scripture,
the other deep in snore.
It's honor though to the sculptor
and to the Great Author.
Pygmalion would envy,
if he would hear this story;
his was a stone come alive,
but here stone cradles a live
creature, lost and lonely,
and his was for himself only.
The cat warmed the icon's heart,
what could be a greater art!
In return the icon gave the cat
a home. And I, for my part,
witnessed another mystery,
beyond science and philosophy;
a kind of love, undefined love,
coming from the One above. ~
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