We walk the shoreline,
My dog looks for things to eat,
Pulling my arm off.
Fish bones, food wrappers,
She finds something dangerous
Almost every day.
Sitting and resting,
The dog poses like the clouds
As the people pass.
I have time to think,
Small prayers floating from within,
When my dog behaves.
I wonder then, why
Everything is upside down.
Life’s a paradox.
We find it through death,
Surrendering self to His
All sufficient grace.
He who forms our hearts,
Forms the waves, startles a star,
Wrestles the moon red.
I could’t stay awake to see the moon eclipse thank you! Love you, Debbie
A nice dog, and a nice reflection.
Love the title Deb. So true even when his presence is ignored by us, just as we might ignore a red moon eclipsed. The moon looked the same here 10 hours northwest.
The dog does affect our conditions for deeper thought and even prayers. Almost everything affects our conditions for connecting with God even though God has taken care of all the conditions on His end.
What restless interrupt-able minds we have.
Beautiful, Deb. I like the picture of the eclipse. We missed it here, as the sky was overcast.
I happened to take a Sunday afternoon nap! Love you too, John
Thanks, Larry. My dad used to say this about me—
“When she is good, she is very very good, but when she is bad she is horrid!”
Now I say it about my dog! 🙂
Glenda, I’m so glad! Thanks!
Gary, You are so right. And the dog (like life) does affect our conditions for distractions. So for Fannie and me both, more discipline! 🙂
Thanks, Annie. Glad I could share a glimpse of it with you! 🙂
Lovely prose-I really love the last few lines.