Alone, my dogs and I walk by the river, along the lake, and through the woods.
For days and weeks and months
Through all the seasons of the years
In Summer’s rain when birds and bees and butterflies took shelter
In Fall when nature’s color was resplendent
In the gloom and gray of Winter When all life seems to have gone away
Alone, but for my dogs, these two careless creatures of nature
Naked and unaware
Like Adam and Eve
Of the world’s woes and constant cares
Wandering at the water’s edge
And through the brown and lifeless grass
Happy to be tasked as God intended
To think of pleasure
And not of higher thoughts
And I, …
Alone, but for these two simple dogs
Wonder (Is this God’s gift to man?)
In all God’s vast creation
Do I alone?
Think of what He wrought
And what He must now think
Seeing his beautiful world
Filled with war, famine, and hate
But not here,
Am I
Alone, but for my dogs, these two careless creatures of nature
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