The dog is not about the rain. Miserable brown oval lakes accuse me of cruelty. For the raindrops fall, she sudden stops, still and quaking, shakes from nose to tail. I am unwilling this walk to take, but duty tethers me. She cannot count the scents for cover of water; slick it leaves her empty. She tucks her tail, turns, trots me to the door. I warn her, in vivid terms, not to make a deposit in the floor, but does it go beyond her flying nun orifices for understanding? I doubt it; stubbornness is her template. She is that dog, glimpsed, my heart forsook reason, had to adopt, immediately. Love names her mine; pain asks me why? The dog is not about the rain.
When tempted only to browse Not close, not truly see One avoids involvement In everything completely. Dandelions are destitute weeds Not delicate creations, beauty, People become utilitarian Not deriving from incomprehensible Depths of dignity, glamour, time. The slant rays limning a vine Do not enchant causing one To desperately pine for a glimpse Of crimson roses sent once Upon a splendid loving time. There is no magic, allure, No precious heavenly divine Each thing is dust fashioned To feast upon with unrequited lust. Slow a bit, look, long linger Over what the world passes by, The silver flicker of sun lighting waves, A raindrop reflecting golden from clover, The wingbeats gentle susurration Of the murder of crows rising Into the cerulean sky as a fierce Beribboned Shih Tzu puppy walks With a small bark and no chase to find. Come, come, be entranced again Let nature, environments, Become the closest of friends, Treasure every person, let Humanity delight, rousing love To light fires of generosity, kindness; Gather hope that tomorrow will divulge The abundant pleasures of happiness Filling each day full-measure, overwhelming, And to God all the glory, gratitude.
Rebel Yell by Billy Idol It’s Only Rock and Roll by The Rolling Stones I Write the Songs by Barry Manilow The Grand Illusion by Styx Get Down, Make Love by Queen Some Like It Hot by Power Station Closer by The Firm
I have moved to this list of songs in the last little while after doing an hour and a half working on some grooming for the Tribble.
Earlier today, I finally made it to town for medication, groceries, and sodas. I was dying without soda.
Before all of this transpired, I wrote in my journal, but the music and my movement had my heart rate up to 139, and I think I will do this tonight.
Did you stop to hear the bird sing, See the beauty of a rose, Wonder at the singularity of humans, Have your face licked by a dog? Do you know with these things Beloved, God pours out His love? He counts you precious treasure And has filled life with His riches, You are the child He smiles upon Be confident in the Savior’s heart You exist with infinite worth.