The Little Black Dog Wednesday, Apr 6 2022 

When my Grandpa McCarthy passed away, we found a little folded piece of paper in his wallet with a poem printed on it. My grandmother knew I loved poetry, so she gave me the paper.

The poem is meaningful to me on so many levels. It is beautifully written, and its message is thought-provoking. I can’t help but to ponder the scene when reading it. Mostly, the poem reminds me of my grandparents and their love for their German Shepherds.

Here is that special little poem.

The Little Black Dog

I wonder if Christ had a little black dog,

All curly and wooly like mine

With two silky ears and a nose round and wet,

And two eyes, brown and tender, that shine.

I’m sure if He had, that little black dog

Knew right from the start He was God,

That he needed no proof that Christ was divine

But just worshipped the ground that He trod.

I’m afraid that He hadn’t because I have read

How He prayed in the garden alone;

For all of His friends and disciples had fled –

Even Peter, the one called a stone.

And oh, I am sure that little black dog,

With a heart so tender and warm,

Would never have left Him to suffer alone,

But creeping right under His arm,

Would have licked those dear fingers, in agony clasped;

And counting all favors but loss,

When they took Him away would have trotted behind

And followed Him quite to the Cross.

– –Elizabeth Gardner Reynolds–

*I’m currently working on a couple of books on poetry. One should be out within about a year.

Happy, Hopeful Easter Friday, Apr 6 2012 

This weekend is the most important in the Christian calendar. On Good Friday we remember Christ’s sacrifice for the salvation of souls and solemnly move through the weekend until Easter Sunday when we rejoice again for the Resurrection.

Secularly, we celebrate the awakening of spring with flowers, bunnies, vibrant colors, and sweet treats. Children anticipate a basket of surprises and families and friends gather around the table for a holiday dinner. All around, it is a joyful day.

Whatever this time means to you, may you be blessed with the hope of new life and opportunity. May the fresh air and sunshine warm your spirit and spark creativity and goodness within. And may the light of Christ shine in and through you.

©Mary K. Doyle

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