Sometimes The Divine Old Dog no longer always knows,

what is best for herself,

Her love for her human is such,

I can just step back and feed her

my truth:

I can guide her to those green fields,

on the earth’s big table,

where her greenhouse of a soul,

keeps love growing,

in the fertile garden of her heart,

I can always make her tail

sing, knowing her heart,

is close behind.

I will spread a thick lush

carpet beneath her,

woven with the light of the sun,

stitched by the swallows

in the barn,

with the holy loom,

where the Divine Old Dog,

can sleep forever.