You open our eyes to the Infinite
with your soft-brown, one-eyed stare,
your gentle, pink-tongued kisses
and your deep, dark, velvet ways.
You open our hearts to Eternal Love,
joining in our displays of affection,
cringing at discord in dire dejection,
Oh, Love-Dog with a failing heart!
You work your love-magic on all you meet
with a willful wag of your toy-like tail
Soothing us in sorrow and defeat
with the soulful “ear” of your only eye.
In your own pain, you comforted us.
Losing Dad, you licked Mom’s tears.
When Mom died you brought us back
from the shrieking world of grief and fears.
And you are getting old, as I lie sick in bed,
my nose nuzzling your greying head,
inhaling your sweet doggie scent,
I feel the fragile flutter of your tender heart.
Lulled by the hum of your delectable delight,
warmed by your love, touched by your joy,
filled with awe at each breath you take,
I see in you God’s mystery of life.