with all it’s angst and despair,
Sweet words of kindness,
Soft canine kisses,
Back bowing weights,
Serene feline songs,
Fresh, dew-dropped dawns,
Black nights of despair.
Through it all we never rant alone.
Our self absorbed pity party is attended by only one guest.
Privy to our hopes and losses the one who made us never leaves us.
When we cannot bear our own company He is still there
The true lover of my soul is ever by my side.
Life (a poem)