This will be a site to record my thoughts and musings as they occur. A 'vanity' blog or website. Postings will be sporadic as the nature of this site is not a conversation with others, but a monolog to help me in troubled times.
To Those who find good ideas, they are free for theft so long as attribution is given. They are to be *built upon* not used to demean and tear down. Ideas I present I do not declare to be *good* or *perfect* merely *better* or *different*.
I wrote this poem for AJ Strata when he lost his dog but it really is about our walk through this sphere with our animal friends. I pray your pain passes quickly my friend.
.......Best Friend The joy explodes from off the couch My bitter day assuaged Though I am torn with worldly pain My puppy's heart is gay And like the Savior of our souls Wicks off the mantle coarse My dog loves me as He who came With all its heart and force But as the passing days wheel on And to the earth returned The collar and the bowl remain And lesson hard is learned It's for ourselves alone we mourn For we are left behind Until the ones that left us here Return in Glorious kind
I am sorry for you of good friend, Garibaldi.
ReplyDeleteMy thanks!
ReplyDeleteA boon friend, good companion and fine goof... a piece of me goes with him.
sorry about your loss.
ReplyDeleteNeo - My thanks!
ReplyDeleteEven when you can prepare, it still is not enough. You don't realize how much a part of your life that a presence can become until it is gone.
I wrote this poem for AJ Strata when he lost his dog but it really is about our walk through this sphere with our animal friends.
ReplyDeleteI pray your pain passes quickly my friend.
.......Best Friend
The joy explodes from off the couch
My bitter day assuaged
Though I am torn with worldly pain
My puppy's heart is gay
And like the Savior of our souls
Wicks off the mantle coarse
My dog loves me as He who came
With all its heart and force
But as the passing days wheel on
And to the earth returned
The collar and the bowl remain
And lesson hard is learned
It's for ourselves alone we mourn
For we are left behind
Until the ones that left us here
Return in Glorious kind
beto - It is indeed my mourning for the loss of that sweet hearted one who was with me for so short a time.
ReplyDeleteHis day is done and mine is in the Land of Grey, which makes me appreciate such light all the more, even as darkness gathers.