It was a dusky, permanent rose kind of rainy evening, the lights were low and golden and the haunting lyric and melody of the song Dear Friends (by the oddly named band Elbow) wrapped around my head and slowly reached into my soul.
You stuck a pin in my pile of sin
And this is a note for a road sign
Cuttin’ the breeze in this tennesee sundown
Came the sounds of the voices I know
I’ve been pondering trees
On the steeliest come down
But now a moment I’m home
I was sitting innocently in my easy chair looking deep into the big liquid brown eyes of my best friend Taffy who has been really sick the last few days with congestive heart failure, as she stared at me with pure love as only a canine can do, I couldn’t help but wonder…
Does God love me as much as Taffy?
Taffy is warm and cuddly.
Is God?
Taffy’s love is unconditional.
Is God’s?
Taffy cuddles me when I’m sick.
Does God?
Taffy greets me every day at the door with tail wagging furiously.
Does God?
I can see and touch Taffy.
I’ve never actually seen or touched God.
Or have I?
Did I see God last night?
Or was it Taffy?
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