Bridge

She's headed to Rainbow Bridge.

I remember the day she arrived,

a rescue from the shelter,

sure she was here to deliver us,

and she was absolutely right.

It was the holiday season,

and she couldn't stop singing;

crooning her malamute-mix soprano

to us as if she were the heavenly host,

welcoming messiah with her "in excelsis deo"

and so "Gloria" she became.

She also peed on the floor

each time she broke into song,

reminding us of all our own

perfect imperfections;

reflecting grace at every turn.

We’ll savor the memories:

canine alarm clock bounding into Holly’s bed;

chasing Gracie through the house;

a stranger never crossed her path,

everyone serenaded with gusto,

celebrating our incarnation,

reminding all of our core Godness.

Thanks, G! May we always remember

the way you looked into every soul

to both see and call forth

our divine spark, no matter how hidden.

© 2014 Todd Jenkins