The Divine Old Dog is restless tonight,
she circles and circles,
she licks at her paws,
she does not hear her name,
is confused and uncertain,
she is abashed at her accidents,
she tried to say,
but could not.
Are you at the gate,
are you proud, old girl,
tired of this
cold winter day, these human needs and dramas,
this winter world,
the cold makes your legs ache?
Divine Old Dogs accept the ways of the world,
the nature of life,
they come when they choose,
leave when they are ready,
they have all sorts of ways to tell
when it is time, and they always decide,
never us. I ask and ask.
Who will guard my door, and keep the
fire and water away?
Who will be a fence,
that keeps the cold wind away?
I will bow to you,
and let you pass,
I celebrate you Divine Old Dog,
you are one of the great spirits,
you have lived a great life,
in faith and devotion.
You did it. You kept the men away,
and protected her day and night,
until she felt safe,
you faced the world with her,
and barked and growled it into submission,
you stood at the fence of life,
and kept the darkness away.
your work is soon finished here,
your spirit seeks home,
by the blue lights along the cool stream,
warm days and soft and endless pastures,
rabbits to chase to the horizon
We will walk you to the gate,
but not beyond. No bridge
for you to cross, do not wait for us there,
you are free,
find your angels and dance with them
in the night sky.
Divine Old Dog, the spirits
ride with you, and howl with you
at the bright moon.
I will not mourn for you,
I will smile at your memory,
for yours is a life filled with joy
and meaning, a cause for nothing,