Personification is a given. Of course my dog can talk. |
Dog Prayers One night with my dog I shared a cooked chicken. When preparing it I knew of his pending Excitement and pleasure. I asked him, "How do you pray?" His eyes shone in knowing His tail gave a wag With the wind of wonderment. "Bless us, Oh Lord, For these Thy gifts, Which we are about to receive From thy bounty Through Christ Our Lord. Amen." "No," I told him. "You can't use my prayer. I want to hear it from your heart, Not words recited so long That they have lost any meaning." We ate our chicken separately, Mine on the plate at the table, His, out of his kitchen bowl And onto the living room carpet. His satisfaction was evident From the crackling of bones, The lick, the chomping of jaws. With the meal so quickly gone. Sigh. I should train him better. He always does that though. He lays in the center of the house. It's the center of everything. He can eat, and watch Four directions for predators Vying for his food. Animals have instinct. Dogs are dogs. He has his own sense. He has his own prayer. I rinsed off my plate, Washed my hands, And again encountered my companion. He touched me with his cold, wet nose. He wagged his tail widely, with a sweep. Accepted some love And petting from me. Then went about his way. He never fails to find me. To give me a canine lick, His expression of affection, His gratitude with reflections, Always being there, To care and share, Doggedly loyal. I wondered, "Am I that consistent With my prayers to God?" I regret that I am not. Shall I humble myself Like a dog, Hide my face in shame? Looking down Eyes averted in submission Like a dog. Truthfully, not in this Circle of comprehension. He is more loyal than any dog, So full of love, Abundance, And The meaning of life. It is no coincidence that God Is dog spelled backward. Being dyslexic, I got it easily. It's remembering that's hard. How can I say to my God, What my dog says to me? I can't use his words, Requires originality. Make every moment A prayer of life, Rather than reciting A life of rote prayer. Something for me to remember. |