Even when I am
unworthy of praise,
my friend’s dog greets
me as if I made the world,
and it is wholly good.
He wonders what delight
I will next create, what miracle
I might yet perform. He can scarcely
contain his joy at my possibility; he
wriggles with my irrefutable goodness.
And I had planned to sulk today.
Instead, I bake pumpkin bread for
a blind neighbor: clove, cinnamon,
nutmeg spicing the air. Refill the
bird feeders and baths. Write
a small poem for my friend’s dog,
who tomorrow will greet
me as if I made the world,
and it is wholly good, his
tail an irrepressible churn
of appreciation, his
faith in me absolute,
questioning only the precise nature
of my next miracle, whether
I might make Milk-Bones
the low-hanging fruit
of every amazing tree.
Meditatio Ephemera 
Isn’t this the truth! Made me smile. 😊 Have a good day. No sulking. 😉
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Not today, I promise. You, too. 🙂
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Lovely Lovely Poem! It has helped lift my heart on this sad morning. I love the pumpkin bread you have made – I can smell the spices & the cleaning of the bird feeders! You mix together thoughts of dogs & birds, wonderful enhancing spices & strong feelings & actions. Thank you for this poem.
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I know those sad mornings; that this poem lifted your heart gladdens my spirit. Thank you for your thoughtful appreciation.
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We often see dogs walking their people where we live. Special creatures
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They are. In almost all instances, they exude such good cheer! Thank you for reading.
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