My Golden Heart (a guest poem by my sister)

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Golden Heart

We sit in grief this night with our sweet Huckleberry boy;
Watch his body rise and fall with peaceful, gentle breaths.
In deep sleep he wags his tail and chases rabbits still,
This dog of ours has brought with him so much happiness,
And he will go and leave us with lovely memories.

In such sacred times I think on things like virtues most hold true;
Our love for children and God’s creatures and all the elders too,
Laughter, love and kindness, empathy, and honesty for sure;
Admiration for the deeply challenged few
Who do not subscribe to victimhood. 

Apart from these I do not see a point.
I weep in brokenness for distraction from my purpose
To love, to rise, to forgive all things with grace.
So, I’ll sage my home, cleanse my heart, confess my sins
And live my life in peace.

When demons come a knocking, they cannot enter here
Their boastful pride and hatred; their lies and judgement too.
For these are machinations of lesser gods who have no power in me.
They are not invited in you see; I have sacred work to do.

He is separating wheat from tares in fields stretched out before me.

I will not fret nor gather back the tares.
Huck will gently kiss my face and I will kiss his head
And wipe away my tears.
So, run to Bonnie; run to Dew; Molson is there too.
For there they wait in tall, soft grass just to love on you.

You remind me of these truths my friend, my golden heart.
Sleep well and deep. Sweet dreams tonight.
I’ll see you in the morning I am certain sure,
Thank you for the love you gave.
My darlin’, my Huckleberry boy.

© by Paula D. King