She comes to me

Posted on March 24, 2018 by eteal

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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