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.

Reality Wednesday, Feb 16 2022 

Is my reflection

any less real than my

physical being?

(Mute Swan, Schaumburg, IL., 5/15/21)

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Hello Spring Tuesday, Apr 27 2021 


the awakening                        

of tulips in bloom.

the morning hymn

of doves in chorus,

the light, fragrant whiff      

of bright hyacinths,

the gentle caress

of fresh, warm breezes

the vibrant colors

of young life anew.


God is Love

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Paper Doll Monday, Apr 14 2014 

Paper Doll

See her pretty smiling face,

And see her lovely hair?

She doesn’t have a worry.

She doesn’t have a care.


She’s here for you to play with,

So, go and have your fun.

She’ll keep that smile on her face

Until the day is done.


Dress her in her many clothes.

She’s innocent in pink,

Yet, the same doll wearing black

Is sexy don’t you think?


She’s treated differently

With every change of clothes,

But inside she doesn’t change,

As everybody knows.


You change her clothes, not her soul,

No matter how you try.

You’ll never know how she feels

‘Cause paper dolls don’t cry.


Cruel words and thoughtless actions

Will hurt her deep inside,

But behind that smiling face

Her pain will always hide.


So smile pretty paper doll

Your perfect painted smile.

No one cares to know your pain

Along life’s lonely mile.

* * *

Who doesn’t feel that way at some time?

I wrote that old-style rhyming poem in 1989. It was a tough time for me. I felt fragile and thought that no one really knew or cared about what I was experiencing. I went through the motions of the day; showing up at work, church, and social activities but hurting deeply and feeling used, abused, and quite unnoticed. Sometimes I feel that way still.

You’ve probably felt that way also. And if you and I have, it is likely that others around us  feel the same way at least at one point or another. That rude sales clerk, driver who cut us off on the way to work, and even that same annoying neighbor or family member. We really don’t know how they feel, so let’s give them a break, at least once. The world is pretty stressed right now. If we all added one kind word or smile we can soften it at least a bit.

And when we think of those who hurt us, rather than allow their words or actions to raise our blood pressure or rob us of our joy, we can say, “Peace be with you.” Ironically, extending peace to them instantly promotes peace within ourselves.

©2014, Mary K. Doyle

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