St. Cuthbert & the Otters

St. Cuthbert & the Otters

Deborah Beach Giordano
© July 25, 2010

Stiff whiskers,
button eyes,
and twitching nose –
curious
but cautious,
drawing closer;
lured
by a sweet distant memory
of a warm-hearted saint
who faced
the icy waters
for their sake.

He made no demands,
issued no orders,
established no requirements
that they change
into something
they were not
and could never be;
he did not insist
they become as he was.

It was enough
that they were
what they were
who they were
where they were;

it was enough
that they were
of God’s holy creation;
made
and fashioned
by divine design.

He became a part
of their world apart:
crossing over
the shifting sands,
awash in the waves,
the salt spray
encircling his head;
he shared their lives
among the oyster beds,
the changing tides,
the gentle caresses
of the swaying kelp,
and the stealthy
gray shadows
of the sharks.

There,
in their midst
his presence
was a sacrament;
a gentle in-breaking
of another world,
a heavenly testimony
in recognition
of their own
sacred worth.

In return,
they returned with him
to that foreign shore;
to bless
as they themselves
had been blessed,
in gratitude
and friendship
tenderly drying his feet
with their hair.

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