62 Precious, Perfect days
Tended carefully in mysterious ways;
Chosen with heart to heal my soul;
Angel pup – to make me whole.
Now he prances in unbridled glee
The Golden Dog for all to see.
His manner, his ways, we all did know
Now in this pup, will smilingly show.
We can question, did the dog really die
Tis just an illusion, an earthly lie.
Beneath that golden, shimmering face
Lies all the glory of MAXDOG’s Grace.
(Caryl Moll 22 August 2011)