I bless you today to be a “slave to righteousness.” (Romans 6:18)
May you feel no alternative
But to be drawn to all that is holy and good.
The beagle we loved
Had some nose
And could sniff out little creatures
I never knew were in the back yard.
His proudest moments
Came with the presentation of a chipmunk
Or mouse or worse—
Strutting into the sunroom,
Smiling at me with his delectable, rancid vermin.
He never understood why
I disdained the dead thing
And didn’t pat him on the head.
What he loved to lick
Turned my stomach. Why?
Because he was a dog
And I am a human.
Child of God,
You aren’t what you once were.
May your spiritual appetite
Increasingly find the ways of God
So savory and delicious
That old, fleshly desires
Are no more appealing than a
Rotting, beagle-caught critter.