My Dog and His Love


My Dog and His Love
He's with me 24 hours a day.
And never a word is able to say.
But he can say more with a look or two,
such as I Love You, My Whole World Is You!

As I do my chores thoughout the day,
He's by my side, every step of the way.
When I stop to eat, you can bet he's there,
sitting of course, in his favorite chair.

And if some night I decide to go out.
He'll hang his head, and kinda pout.
He sits by the window,
until I come home.

Sits there and waits so patiently.
Hoping to catch a glimpse of me,
can't wait till I put the key in the door.
He's barking and jumping, and barking some more.

Then as I lay me down to sleep.
He's there by my side, his vigil to keep.
And I thank the Lord, in the heaven above.
For My Best Friend, My Dog and His Love!

~unknown

The Messenger

I dreamed I came upon a meadow sunlit and fragrant, a small dog at my side.
As we walked on in silence I saw across the blue ribbon of a river, a field, where animal spirits licked the morning dew from brilliant poppies...basked in sunshine... batted at butterflies.

"Is this Heaven?" I asked.
He nodded yes and as we rounded a bend in the path, I saw ahead a wondrous garden surrounded by a halo of mist, where animals and children lay among the flowers.
Cool breezes rustled leaves and over all hung an aura of beauty and peace.

"Is this Heaven, too?" I asked.
"An honored place," he said, "for those who lived a Hell on Earth - who died of neglect, torture, unloved, unwanted and abandoned."

We walked on until we came to a precipice that overlooked a dark canyon.
Lightning crashed above the horizon and illuminated iron prisons on the desert floor.
I heard the wails of captive men, the screams of women imploring for water, railing against the absence of Light amidst an acrid smoke.

Before I could ask he answered, "These were their tormentors."

We continued solemnly until the sound of laughter and music greeted us, and we came upon a village square,
where carefree women, children and men played at games, or walked arm in arm.
"They are happy," I said.
He agreed and replied, "These were their rescuers. They are blessed above all."

I spent time among them until I awoke, bathed in a new peace.
For no matter what this Earthly day may bring, I knew that no wrongful deed goes unpunished, nor is any saving grace without its reward.

I hugged my small dog closer to my chest and blessed him as a messenger of truth and love.

Jim Willis 2001
 
 


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