A Little Dog Angel
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 she comes she will call for me.”
The other angels pass him
by as they hurry 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 someday my master will call for me.”
And his master, down on earth below,
as she sits in her easy chair,
Forgets sometimes, and whispers low
to the dog who is not there.
And the little dog angel
cocks his ears
and dreams
that his master’s voice he hears.
And when at last his master waits
outside in the dark and cold,
For the hand of death to open
the door that leads
to those courts of gold,
She will hear a sound
through the gathering dark,
A little dog angel’s bark.