The Divine Old Dog was made a prideful creature,

she was like a trumpet blown by God himself,

she roamed the world at will,

the ground trembled when she ran,

digging holes to sleep in, running her dinner down

deep in the dark woods, alone but never alone.

She feared no dog or man, the coyotes fled at the sound of her.

She had a mission, a human to keep safe, a covenant to keep,

she was proud

to keep it, she took her person across the raging rivers,

to safe and green ground.

She sits still in the classroom of the Gods,

she sees what they teach her at night,

new lessons of pridefulness,

all that she is learning is different now, so new.

The Divine Old Dog was once so burdened with honor and survival,

that she could not dance the dancing sounds.

Her lessons now are of acceptance,

the truck too fast to run off and chase,

the walk too long to take,

the sun too strong to bear,

the chipmunk too fast to catch,

the woodchuck too quick to hide,

the rabbit who hears her step, just in time,

the call she cannot hear.

The Divine Old Dog is learning grace, she leaves

her lessons behind, and learns her new ones,

mastering the craft of her divine humility.

You can sit and watch in this world, she sees,

and see all the beauty and grace of it,

sitting in the classroom of life.