Brontë's God

I look at my cat
And love her for
All that she is her
Helplessness and
Dependence on me for
Food and company;
Her playing moods
Her fey green
Bitings and her
Mad turns, her pink paws
And long leggy

How could God not love
Us like this - all we are in
Our dependence and our
Helplessness - we too
Obey the laws of
Being, look to him 
For food and company -

How can he
Not reach down his
Hand and smiling with
Be loving us?
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