Dog at the Shore
Tail happily wagging
Tongue hanging
It looks up to its master
Adoringly gazing
Looking for approval
As its fur blows in the wind
It takes off running
Running fast and free
So happy and so far
But never happier nor faster
Than when it runs back
Back toward its master who
Smiling, calls him and welcomes him
Into his open arms.
I must have written this sometime freshman year of college on one of the retreats in the fall/winter. I'll leave the interpretation open to the reader...
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