Deep-night-thoughts.
Tossing and turning aside,
I got up and sat in the office.
That’s where
business is conducted, but
prayers folded and
peace broke up
like tempered glass.
Silence isn’t always golden.
The dogs, like smelling salts,
came wanting; waiting for me
to come to.
A couple of consciences
prying mine open.
I thank God for dogs.


Thanks for your time and thoughts.