The Psalm of the Wet Dog

Inspired by Psalm 63
Deborah Beach Giordano
© March 16, 2012

O God, my God;
I seek you anxiously,
like a rain-drenched dog
whining at the door.

Come on!
What is the hold-up?
Why so long?
Can’t you hear me?

I am abandoned,
cold and lonely,
on the outside
looking in.

I hope again
for days of glory;
warmed by the fire
snoozing in a cozy bed.

Ages pass
and my faith wavers,
I listen closely
to hear Your voice.

My heart grows weary
my head is heavy;
my eyes downcast,
I sigh in deep despair.

Then all at once
the whole world changes;
I see your face
and leap with joy.

I am admitted
into your presence,
my very soul
dances with delight.

“What’s all that noise?
Why all the uproar?
You silly creature,
I was right here, all along.”

You hadn’t really left me
it was just a moment,
but, in dog years,
it seemed a long, long time.

Such an adventure!
I’m glad it’s over;
now safe by Your side
I’m home and dry.

About inklingscommunity

I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, near-obsessive recycler, incurable animal lover, inveterate tree-hugger; a nature mystic, a socialized introvert, an advocate for the vulnerable, an opponent of exploiters.
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