This prayer brings tears to the eyes
of anyone who has loved and cared
for an animal....
" Treat me kindly, my beloved
master, for no heart in all the world
is more grateful for the kindness
than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick,
for though I should lick your hand
between blows, your patience and
understanding will more quickly
teach me the things you would have
me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is
the world's sweetest music, as you
must know by the fierce wagging of
my tail when your footstep falls
upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet , please
take me inside, for I am now a
domesticated animal, no longer
used to bitter elements.
And I ask no greater glory than the
privilege of sitting at your feet
beside the hearth.
Though had you no home, I would
rather follow you through ice and
snow than rest upon the softest
pillow in the warmest home in all
the land, for you are my god and I
am your devoted worshipper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh
water, for although I should not
reproach you were it dry, I cannot
tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed
me clean food, that I may stay well,
to romp and play and do you
bidding, to walk by your side, and
stand ready, willing and able to
protect you with my life should your
life be in danger.
And, beloved master, should the
great Master see fit to deprive me of
my health or sight, do not turn me
away from you.
Rather hold me gently in your arms
as skilled hands grant me the
merciful boon of eternal rest -- and
knowing with the last breath I drew,
my fate was ever safest in you
hands".
Beth Norman Harris
of anyone who has loved and cared
for an animal....
" Treat me kindly, my beloved
master, for no heart in all the world
is more grateful for the kindness
than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick,
for though I should lick your hand
between blows, your patience and
understanding will more quickly
teach me the things you would have
me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is
the world's sweetest music, as you
must know by the fierce wagging of
my tail when your footstep falls
upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet , please
take me inside, for I am now a
domesticated animal, no longer
used to bitter elements.
And I ask no greater glory than the
privilege of sitting at your feet
beside the hearth.
Though had you no home, I would
rather follow you through ice and
snow than rest upon the softest
pillow in the warmest home in all
the land, for you are my god and I
am your devoted worshipper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh
water, for although I should not
reproach you were it dry, I cannot
tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed
me clean food, that I may stay well,
to romp and play and do you
bidding, to walk by your side, and
stand ready, willing and able to
protect you with my life should your
life be in danger.
And, beloved master, should the
great Master see fit to deprive me of
my health or sight, do not turn me
away from you.
Rather hold me gently in your arms
as skilled hands grant me the
merciful boon of eternal rest -- and
knowing with the last breath I drew,
my fate was ever safest in you
hands".
Beth Norman Harris
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A Dog's Prayer
