Defining Simon
I wrap my arms around him—
Kiss his warm, furry head—
Some, too close, want him dead.
Creatures, pets, come to their end
Far too quickly. Amend, Amen.
Time, like gravity, will rend.
If you loved the little dog
As much as I love him,
Would you, still, put the little dog down?
There’s trust in his eyes,
And a soft, silent plea—
Come, please come, sit by me.
Dog-and-a-half long,
Half-a-dog high—
Old definitions don’t die;
But the dog by my side,
Crippled like me,
Defined—properly—
May be a key to Heaven.
Thus, not property—
Transparent Simon,
Epiphany’s time
Always now
Being’s Mystery
Seeing
Little dog loved
Enough, Holy God,
For the time being,
Enough
Crippled Simon on the old chair
He’s beautiful
Simon before losing the use of his hind legs
“What on earth are you pointing at me? And why?”