Sitting in the sun on the back of
your chair
Paws folded
Serenely smiling
(Already the cancer ate you from within
(I did not know
You did not know
)
Life outstretched in the bright of the day
(Death hidden
under the skin)
).
Where have you gone
my little friend?
(Where is your spirit
in the wide cool universe of stars and galaxies
(Where the curiosity
the impatience
of your wordless little life?
)
Where among my thoughts
Do you rest easily forever in a sleep
Or were you spread thin into nothingness
Or cast into the dark abyss
?
(I too
am but a shadow here
)
I have cared for you
and watched you
and been glad for your existence
(Are you nothing now
Or something?
Am I to see you again
Or are you atomized into the ashes
and the dust from whence we came
?
)
)
All life loves life
In its smallest breath
(In the beating of its most unfathomable heart
God’s handiwork
is written in infinities
(
Requiescat in pace
my little friend
)
I will remember you as long as I can
)
.
Paws folded
Serenely smiling
(Already the cancer ate you from within
(I did not know
You did not know
)
Life outstretched in the bright of the day
(Death hidden
under the skin)
).
Where have you gone
my little friend?
(Where is your spirit
in the wide cool universe of stars and galaxies
(Where the curiosity
the impatience
of your wordless little life?
)
Where among my thoughts
Do you rest easily forever in a sleep
Or were you spread thin into nothingness
Or cast into the dark abyss
?
(I too
am but a shadow here
)
I have cared for you
and watched you
and been glad for your existence
(Are you nothing now
Or something?
Am I to see you again
Or are you atomized into the ashes
and the dust from whence we came
?
)
)
All life loves life
In its smallest breath
(In the beating of its most unfathomable heart
God’s handiwork
is written in infinities
(
Requiescat in pace
my little friend
)
I will remember you as long as I can
)
.
You ABSOLUTELY will see him again. Gen 1:1.
ReplyDeleteI lost my beloved Ruffles and I know exactly what you speak of. This is well written and actually a poem...so rare and beautiful. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThanks Harlan. A kind comment. Poetry has its place — just not in political propaganda.
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