A Dog's Prayer ...

A Dog's Prayer...

Treat me kindly, my beloved master,
for no heart in all the world is more
grateful for kindness than the loving
heart of me.

Do not break my spirit with a stick,
for although I should lick your hand
between blows, your patience and
understanding will more quickly teach
me the things you would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the
worlds sweetest music, as you must know
by the fierce wagging of my tail when your
footstep falls upon my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me
inside, for I am now a domesticated animal,
no longer used to bitter elements. And I ask
no greater glory than the privilege of sitting
at your feet beside the hearth. Though had
you no home, I would rather follow you
through ice and snow than rest upon the
softest pillow in the warmest home in the
land, for you are my god and I am your
devoted worshipper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water,
for although I should not reproach you
were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer
thirst. Feed me clean food so that I may
stay well to romp and play and do
your bidding, to walk by yourside, and
stand ready willing and able to protect
you with my life should your life be in danger.

And beloved master, should the Great Master
see fit to deprive me of my health or sight,
do not turn me away from you. Rather, hold
me gently in your arms as skilled hands
grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest...
and I will leave you knowing with the last
breath I draw, my fate was ever safest
in your hands.

--- Beth Norman Harris ---