Dog

Dear God,

Sometimes,

I think

You slip quietly

Into my dog’s skin.

Cold nose, soft paws,

Fur that clings to my jeans.

Maybe,

You choose a dog form

During bleak times,

Dark sunny days

When no comfort

Exists–save for Your

Tear-licking snout.

Perhaps,

When You Dress up

In Dog’s clothing,

The nose-nuzzles,

The warm heart beat closeness,

So I can best

Feel Your Love.

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