Saturday, September 8, 2012

my favourite things/ Sam dog and a half moon rising

Sam dog and a half moon rising
the air crisp and clean
echoe of owls in the night
a distant train
its soft rumble
caught up in the starry sky
high above the whole world

this part sleeping

my blood flowing
like the coyotes
and Sam and Canoe
cold noses stuck in the tall grass
and under loose logs
seeking
little 
things
that play
in
the
night

Canoe ran off
to chase the
wild things

I thought I would
sit with Sam awhile
as he lay in the sand
surrounded by everything beautiful
wide grassy fields
tall spruce and poplars
aged cottonwoods

the long shadows
cast themselves
against the barn
while the Milky Way
and a host of
the starry
heaven
cast themselves
across the heavens
all of us
arms lifted
content

praises
taking wing
light from the heart
because of my Burden Bearer
my Faithful One

how can one see the night
so full
and not notice the One
who paints the colours
and casts the shadows
against the
half moon rising

shadows
so entirely soft
against
our Sam dog
his head lifted to the Light
his nose catching scents
in the breeze
I know nothing of

I thought I would lay my head on Sam
like you see in a kid's storybook
of a summer's day
of a boy and his hound
or a girl and hers

I stretched out on the sand
and put myself comfy
on this great white pyrenese
maremma hound of mine

It wasn't like the storybook though

he darted out from under me and settled a few meters away
gazing intentedly at me

I pretended to be offended

he lept up and bounded over to me
and with a humungous leap
settled on 'my' lap

so
like perhaps in another storybook
somewhere
I scratched him on his ears
massaged deep around his neck
itched his belly
and whispered how much I loved him
sweet hound that he was
big and overflowing
content

He settled completely relaxed 
and star gazed with me
our dippers spilling out secrets

the North Star
tipping the little dipper

its blessings
falling
and filling
our night

Sam dog
thought I should
stay like this for a very long time

multiplied by seven for dog years

lifting my beloveds
and theirs
to the One
who holds our every wish
our every tear
our every laughter
I stayed
a long time

the night is a good friend
to smell its freshness
to see the glory above
to hear the night hawks cry
to feel the softness and warmth of a dog's fur
as cold dew settles all around
to taste and see that the Lord is good
and is happy to meet in the middle of a big field
in the cool of a starry night
with a girl
and her hound

Sam dog and a half moon rising
my favourite things


















8 comments:

  1. Two things out of the hundreds of wonderful things written here:

    1) his nose catching scents
    in the breeze
    I know nothing of

    There is so much we do not know. There is absolutely nothing that a human can be arrogant about. We are simply too inefficient...unless we rely completely on Him, and then, it is He who completes us and we still have nothing to be smug about. So there it is.

    2) lifting my beloveds
    and theirs
    to the One
    who holds our every wish
    our every tear
    our every laughter
    I stayed
    a long time

    Ah, this is the heart of a prayer warrior. I want this. This is so poetically said, so inviting...

    Thanks, as always, for helping me see anew,
    Dawn

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    1. I hope your old companion dog is fairing well in old age...bring him to the farm; we will have a party :)

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  2. Reading your words, I step into the story . . . I hear that train, feel its rumble, see the stars grow brighter as my eyes adjust to the night sky. Reminds me of a verse I read this past week . . . Isaiah 5:8 says "Woe to those who join house to house, who add field to field, till there is no place where they may dwell alone in the land!" I am not sure what the prophet meant when he wrote this but it speaks to me that having a place to be in the land, with nature, alone with God is of great value, a true treasure. Thanks for letting me come visit your meeting place with God.

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    1. my cat with me purring on my lap says thanks for visiting dear friend... hope your walking is getting better and better.

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  3. Absolutely beautiful, Susan. I love this so much - the peace, the stillness, the lovely encounters with your Sam dog. Beautiful. :-)

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    1. I just had two new goat kid bucks so I feel very close to you even though yours are in Australia :) I know you will be enjoying your new pup~

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  4. Oh my! You pen word pictures from the heart like no other. And at the same time you give glory to Him! I just love this post!

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    1. Glenda, you are sweet! so glad you came by :)

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