The Soul of A Dog
The soul of a dog is as deep as the start
Of a sunset and vista in Vail.
The uncountable stars on a dark desert night
Are not nearly so vast as his heart.
I had sought for a friend down the hallways of years
Who was straight as an arrow and true;
When the choices were gone, and no choices remained
I prayed deeply, and simply, in fear.
“Help me find him or her, O My God, O My Lord,
Help me find her, or lonely I die.”
With my head and my knees on the hard chilly floor
I wept bitter tears with each word.
I felt a cold chill on the side of my face,
A chill and a breath that was wet,
And a puppy I’d rescued the previous day
Snuggled next to me, seeking embrace.
“Thank you, Lord, thank you, Lord, I can hear You, I do!”
And a joy filled my chest, filled my head and my soul.
For the next twenty years, I was grateful, in peace
But today she is buried, and tomorrow, me too.