Pet Convictions

Pet Convictions

Gramps and I went walking
Along some flower beds
There lay a pretty speckled bird
Obviously it was dead
I pointed at the bird
Looking Grandpa in the eye
‘Why did such a pretty thing
have to go and die?’
‘God’s eye is on the sparrow,
His word is quite precise!
If God keeps track of sparrows
And the hairs upon your head
You can be very sure
He knows that this one’s dead’
I pressed along for other facts
I wanted then to know
Since this little bird had really died,
Where did its spirit go?
He said animals had spirits
If they lived upon this earth
And these were assigned to them
At the moment of their birth
We talked of pets we used to have
And those who’d passed away
He hastened to assure me
We’d meet again someday
People scoffed throughout the years
Of the firm beliefs I had
These things I now attribute
To dear old Granddad
The clergy rigid in their views
Refused to budge on this
That humans share with animals
A nitch of heavenly bliss
I do not believe in frothy clouds
And snow white angel wings
But thing that spring forth from good
And love of many things
Many humans I have loved
And animal friends as well
If I could not see both again
To me this would be hell
Since heaven is a place of joy
Where the sun will never set
I believe this to be a place
Where I will join my pet

Poem by Martha Williams, El Paso, TX
Copy-right 1988-2011

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