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“Is it nothing to you, all ye who pass by…?(Lamentations 1 v12)
What would you do with a little blind kitten A kitten of three weeks old? Chased from a room By a woman with a broom Whilst her children laugh and scold. Standing with your wife, as it flees for its life, As it scrambles past the feet Of the walkers on the street, You ask yourself the question: (Have you really any option?) “What shall we do with this little blind kitten, This kitten of three weeks old?”
You can leave it to its fate – It won’t have long to wait For someone else to see it And take delight to tease it, Or to maim it or misuse it. Who’s to stop them, if they choose it? So what will you do with this little blind kitten, This kitten of three weeks old?
You may lift it from the street, From amongst the passer’s feet And then hold it close to your breast; You may feel its tiny heart Pumping blood to every part Of its thin little frame. It never had a name, For who would give a name to a little blind kitten A kitten of three weeks old?
Yet God made that kitten, that little blind kitten And God gave it life Amid a world of strife, A world of thrusting, pushing, cursing, callous men. To what purpose did He make it? Did He make it, then forsake it? The answer lies beyond our human ken. Instead He gives the option And puts to you the question: “Will you leave it, will you take it, Sad or happy will you make it? For it really cannot live for very long.”
You pick it up and feed it, Perhaps some lonely soul may need it, Make a home for it and heed the mews it makes. So back to your hotel - you mustn’t mind the smell – For a while^you can conceal it –quite against the regulations For, those taking their vacations Are not welcome with their pets and especially, we’re told When they’re grubby little kittens, blind little kittens, Little kittens of three weeks old.
But soon the time must come When begins your journey home And you must finally decide What to do. Do you take it on the plane, In the hope, however vain, That its life can somehow start again with you? Import rules and regulations Allow no such nice solutions, And so the problem still remains unsolved: What do you do with this kitten, this little blind kitten This kitten of three weeks old?
There is no other way: You must end its little day And make its end as painless as can be. A gentle, small injection Will end its long affliction And take it back to God from whom it came.
Yet perhaps this little kitten, this blind and helpless kitten Has justified its life just the same, For it has given you Another chance to do A little good, amidst a world of pain; To suffer with this kitten, And a million other kittens And dogs and cats and animals untold. See creation through God’s eyes, Yourself, less blinded to its cries To you for help, for pity, for a friend.
Then perhaps, one day in heaven you’ll see that little kitten With eyes restored, no longer thin or cold As it was when first you saw it And picked it up and bore it Home - that kitten of three weeks old. ACS
“No one must shut his eyes and regard as non-existent the sufferings of which he spares himself the sight. “ Albert Schweizer
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