Our Dog Bear |
Bear (17-325C)
A wave of grief meets me
No Bear to greet me
As I enter the garage
Pilot looking with
lonely eyes
She knows Bear won't
be backWe grieve a few minutes together
Mutual comfort, then move forward
A heart of gratitude
for final moments
Sitting petting Bear
in the brilliant sunOn a very warm Novembers morn
As I mourn in his final hours
Memories remain to
mix
Together with joy
and gratitudeFor times we shared over fourteen years
And hope of the day when all things made new
Reminder to love
well
To hold those I love
looselyTo express my heart in the present
No guarantee for another breath
Sorrow and grief
will recede
No longer need to
carry the traumaPlacing life, times, who and what I love
In Father's hands with praise on my lips
Moments where enemy
wants to plant
Seeds of accusation
at FatherSame old scheme and now
I will not take the bait
I will offer praise
to Father
Brings Him pleasure
to be realAnd worship in the midst of pain
He lifts the suffering, His peace settles
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-325C)
It is always hard when having to let go of a pet when he has been part of life for such a long time. We had to put Bear down last November.
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