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.