Together we age,
Impeded, same gaits,
Some gates closed: stiffness,
Laborious pain.
We’re lumbering, now
So careful to step,
To balance then move.
You old black Lucy,
Remembered you’ll be,
In the new newness
Of the Heavens above,
A new Earth to come.
Oh old black Lucy,
The old earth our friend.
Man’s friend, friend to me,
Your mantle’s fulfilled.
Unconscious of conscience
Afterlife it’s true,
You’re of God whom is
All good, creates all
That is good; here and
Now and forevermore.
Gary Edward Geraci
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Gary Edward Geraci (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A less than strict, syllabic poem about my brother’s old, black Newfoundland dog named Lucy.
- Category: Friendship
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I can't imagine such a beautiful creature being outside of Heaven. We know there's more to just outward beauty, relating to humans and salvation. I won't get in for being a blue-eyed-boy, for example!
Thanks Orchidee - I too believe that the inhabitants of Heaven (I hope you and I are on the list my friend - God knows we’re trying to correspond to His grace) will continue to experience a variety of God’s creatures including dogs. And after the resurrection of our physical bodies, now glorified, blue-eyes too.
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