Ministry of Animals

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.