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For little more
than that we feed
and give them shelter,
Dogs endlessly wait
for us to come back
from wherever we've gone,
and are overjoyed to see us
no matter how long.
Dogs always fetch
about anything we throw
and drop it near our feet,
breathless but never tired,
ever ready to repeat.
Dogs come when we call
turning their heads toward us,
cocking to one side or the other,
ears twitching to understand,
nothing is ever a bother.
Dogs stay at our side,
even chasing ambulances,
or hearses taking us home,
as if they could join us there
in kingdom come.
Would it were we were
more like our dogs to God,
eternally grateful to a fault,
pleasing to our last breath, and
faithful, no matter what.¹
¹inspired by "What
a Dog Taught Me About
God,"
by Phyllis Shomaker |
