Where do dogs find their love? (That question popped into my mind this morning, waiting for the coffee to finish.) Do they learn it or is it part of their genetic make-up? Environment or heredity – the age old question.
Maybe their love comes from a different source, for a different reason. Take away the theories, the scientific rationale and reasoning, and just accept that answer is simple.
Dogs are a miracle of God’s love. We share our homes, our beds and our lives with them because they are pure, unadulterated love. And that depth of love can only come from one source.
God!
The following is another poem (I use the word loosely, because I am experimenting with this new format) that captures my thoughts on this topic. Please leave comments on my blog – I would love to hear from you!
Patient waiting
To be with me.
Hours spent chasing rabbits
In the mind.
Ecstatic reunion.
A switch flips on
And pure love
Pours out.
My day falls away
As my arms fill
With furry joy.
Laughter spills over
As my face is blanketed
With wet kisses.
Each one a
Cascading
Love letter.
Patient listening
While I review my day.
The struggles
The anger
And frustration
Grow dim and fade away
When I gaze
Into
His face of
Pure love.
Patient love
constant and infinite.
Who knew
God would choose
This heart,
Small enough to
Fit into my hand,
But
Big enough
That it fills
My world
With His love?
Please share your dog pictures – they truly are miracles of love.
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