A BLOODHOUND'S BLUES
ARF!
Wait!
I'm worn out tracking Thee,
Escaping Spirit, wait for me!
Beyond my reach, beyond my call,
You act like you're not there at all!
WAIT!
God of Living and of Dead!
I've got Thy scent stuck in my head,
You smell of Love, the Good, the True:
All I'm created to pursue!
I know the way you must have gone,
You've left your tracks across the dawn,
They smell of Meaning, Hope and Dread,
But where are you? Might you be dead?
No! You're the font and source
of health!
You're Life! Alive
with Life Itself!
Undoubtedly you're everywhere!
Why can't I track you to your lair?
ARF!
Can you hear me in pursuit?
But, Wait! Is chasing so astute?
If I stay calm
and worry-free,
Will you
perhaps
catch up
with
me?
from the forthcoming book Prayers of 100 Animals A to Z, by William Cleary
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