Go home

A honey colored old man,

With clouded eyes and a frosted muzzle

Wandered in the road.

No collar or tags proclaimed him.

I drove home to get a leash.


Wandering the streets, lead in hand,

Pocket full of treats to entreat the gentleman to come with me,

I met several new neighbors,

But he was not among them.

Dusk turned to darkness…

A man drove past, stopped, worrying about my safety,

As I was for this dog….

Thus we weave a web of care

Around our world,

Around our hearts.

My prayer tonight is that he found his way home,

Tonight my prayer is that we all do.

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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