Looking up

She races out each morning now,

Gazing into the tree

To seek

Her ball.

The other day it went up,

And hasn’t come down since….

So she worships at the altar of possibilities…

Not understanding

That the ball is just a ball,

forgetting the hands that throw it.

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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