Yesterday morning a couple of dogs appeared unexpectedly in our back yard. One was a cream-colored Labrador Retriever that reminded me vividly of my beloved Bella (2003-2018).
As this is farm country and both dogs were clearly well-cared for, with collars, I can assume it was just a friendly visit en route to watching for rabbits.
I think we humans are confused;
In all our mysticism we look up
And out at heavens full of clouds
And incense floating upward,
And we talk of angels.
How foolish of us.
This morning I looked down
Into your kindly eyes;
A stranger, you,
But when I called out to you
Up you came with smiles
And friendly mien and tail a-wag.
You saw my own eyes fill with tears,
You slipped your head into my hands,
You felt the trembling of my fingers
As I stroked your rain-wet fur,
And you snuggled close
And gazed up at me;
You stayed so quietly while I sobbed a little.
I had forgotten how deep
And ever empty that one big hole
Remains, somewhere in my heart;
For I had another angel
So like you, one who loved and comforted,
One who watched me through
The darkest hours,
Whose simple being was the best part
Of faith, hope, charity.
I don’t know why we look for mystic beings
With golden halos and swan’s wings;
I don’t know why we look so far from our own paths
Since there you are already at our footsteps
If we but share them:
The grace of ministering angels,
Tongues out, feet flying,
Running in the breeze,
Returning to give peace,
The kindly touch of the divine,
Our best guardians.
In order to post this, I am seizing a short time of internet signal via my sister’s phone. Our router was the one thing left unprotected during a recent thunderstorm, and it seems to have been fried by a power surge.
In our rural area mobile signal can also be fugitive, so I may not able to respond promptly to comments, but please know that I will keep up as I can!
Beautiful. We had an angel like that, who left a big hole in our hearts. Fortunately, they (our hearts) are big enough for a comfy spot for the new one :).