My Little White Dog Makes Me Think
by JE Lillie
My little white dog bursting out of his night-crate.
He leant his nine-pound panting frame, more fur than skin and bones,
Against my bent legs as I fixed
Him in his blue harness, white sweater and red leash.
He loved me just because he was dog and I was man.
It makes me think how
My little white church bursts with songs on a Sunday morning.
Ladies in their summer white cotton dresses, “Hallelujah!” and “Amen!”.
Meanwhile the steeple leans its fragile cross
against an opaque sky as the culture clamps down with a burning American flag.
They hate me because I am Christian and they are not.
I will realize
My wedding garment glistening with a holy halo.
I shall burst forth behind a white horse leaning upon a broken Zion.
I will be bound with unbreakable chords:
Faith, Hope and Love! I will look into the fiery eyes of the One who loved me first.
I will love Him because I am man and He is God.