Patient eyes of dogs ...
Have you given me this aging body, this pain in my shoulder in my neck in my fingers?... Have you given me this looming phantom of dying and of death so that I might be cast over and over again upon this blessed moment, this here-ness, this now-ness? this heaven where I come to rest? Where the patient eyes of dogs and yellow daisies wait?EndFragment
(This photo is of my dog Baxter with whom I spent almost 15 years. Such a regal and beautiful boy.)