I blessed a dog today
on my solitary walk.
His owner said, "He's getting old.
He's twelve."
I touched that thin face
with the long nose
and the flowing white hair.
I looked into those kind, honest eyes.
I breathed a blessing,
"God grant you strength
and a long life."
The owner was pleased,
and I walked away with a smile on my face,
the feel of that doggie flesh lingering on my palm,
and a peace and settledness in my soul.
So who blessed who?
This too is the Kingdom of God.
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