She comes to me

She comes to me

All earth and dirt,

And loam and leaf,

Bits of the brightest tender vines entwine her hair-

Mud covers her paws.

I pick her up,

Clasping her to my tunic

In hopes the stain will lift my spirits.

About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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