TRUST

Jesus and I are at the animal shelter
Watching a litter of kittens
Who'd been poisoned and
Left alone to die in
A foreclosed house.

"Sister, it's the economy,"
Jesus sighs,
"A sign of the times."

He's adopting a cat.

We look through the cattery
Window and wonder at it all,
As the kittens, yellow-striped,
Grey-white, and black,
Sleep peacefully,
Like babies.