A Little Dog-Angel”
By Norah M. Holland
High up in the courts
of heaven today
A little dog-angel waits
With the other angels
he will not play
But he sits alone
at the gates;
“For I know my master
will come,” says he:
“And when he comes
he will call for me.”
He sees the spirits
that pass him by
As they hasten
toward the Throne
And he watches them
with a wistful eye.
As he sits at the gates alone;
“But I know if I
just wait patiently
That some day
my master will come,” says he.
And him master far
on the earth below
As he sits in his easy chair
Forgets sometimes
and he whistles low
For the dog that is not there;
And the little dog-angel
cocks his ears
And dreams that
his master’s call he hears.
And I know when at length
his master waits
Outside in the dark and cold.
For the hand of Death
to open the gates.
That lead to those courts of gold
The little dog-angel’s
eager bark
Will comfort his soul
in the shivering dark.
Katie
| Abby |
| 18, Dec 1999 |
| Katie |