Peace in Heaven is not always quiet.
Somewhere, a senior super dog scratches himself.
He has been forgetful lately, always sleepy,
and howls whenever I leave.
Somewhere, a growing pup limbers along with his weak legs.
He is not eating well lately and
I kindda missed his running pace and I worry.
Somewhere, two senior ladies watch me in concern.
I dance to humor them but then
I completely forgot what I was supposed to do!
Somewhere, a lizard eyes me as I walk
just as a frog croaks his welcome
and a cat meows from the roof
and the two singing trees dance wildly
as the fragrant flowers hum a tune
all welcoming the sick Keeper.
Nothing will disrupt this topsy turvy madness.
Not cancer, not ageing, not death, not calamities.
Because in my place called Heaven
peace throbs in themes of empathy and acceptance.
Of loving and living within and without.
Of holding it in and holding out.
Of forever connecting . . .
. . . and listening
and making time
and not losing hope.
Peace is not always quiet
who says loving is?
This is my 3rd peace blog.
I missed last year's global blog.
Funny how the death of a dog could make me sick, missed a lot of international blog events, missed a lot of blogs, missed a lot of friends, missed myself. . . So this year I am playing catch up and doing this early before I forget . . . and dedicate this again for Mimi Lenox (the original Peace Blogger)
. . . and for my Sumo who I will forever miss . . .