The 17 Year Old Puppy

The wind blows cold

from the West

the Puppy

stands as if

to greet it

a gentle wag

of the tail

as ears

shoulders and

back

are caressed

by spirits passing.

A random

bark

greeting

or farewell?

later to

sleep

in her bed

warm

eyes tight closed

as she reflects

on her

spiritual

encounters

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Published by

MW Moore

I am surrounded by books with great, even heroic quotes, grand philosophies and theologies, mysteries and wonderments. I've never met an author of any. Oh what a finer person I would be if I had raised my voice above the pounding of the sea with Cicero, walked with Saul on that road to Damascus and on and on and on. Well, I didn't. But I've met some pretty swell people that had something to say...and they're all related to me; they're My Family Jewels.

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