Murphy’s Pet

Murphy’s Pet

Murphy woke on the other side
And wondered with casual glee,
Could it be that I have died
Yet this is all still me?
A man held the judgement book
A crown glittered on his head
Murphy squirmed and shifted feet
And stepped up fill with dread
“It says here you’ve sinned a lot
do you this deny?”
“No sir” choked Murphy piteously
and he began to cry
“You never went to mass at all
And gave naught to the poor
You hefted many a pint with glee,
All of this and more.”
Murphy nodded sadly and gave a sniff or two
“Yes tis so, I often drank and
seldom thought of you.”
But as the keeper read along
His finger came to rest
He stroked his beard and rubbed his chin
His fingers touched his breast.
Then he looked at Murphy, a pitiful
sight right then
And spoke in a softer tone
Of what his life had been
“It say you loved your animal friend
and walked him everyday
You never left him hungry
And fed many an animal stray
You gave your lunch to one such beast
on your way to work one time
And took this stray to be your own
Paying up his fine.
You wrapped him in your sweater
Though you were chilled yourself
And took what little food you had
Down from a barren shelf
You shared it with this creature
Of God’s you can rely
And gave of meager comforts
Rather than deny
You suffered barbs of chatter
From those who heaped on you
The insults of the choice you made
The things you had to do
No matter of your scrapping
And missing mass my son
It is by such simple mercy
My kingdom will be won
There’s a special place in heaven
For mortals who quietly give
A place of grace and glory
Where caring mortals live
Murphy, have you chanced to see
The picture of the lamb
That I’m holding near my heart,
This picture drawn by man
And in the good book does it say
I know of birds and such
So how folks treat my creatures
Matters very much.”
So Murphy passed the pearly gates
To live eternal life
Never to know the misery
Of ceaseless earthly strife
And as the gate behind him closed
He bent reverently to kneel
There was his special little friend
Trudging at his heel

Poem by Martha Williams

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