My pet came to me…: A poem 

My dead pet came to me with love 

And I was freed from the deluge by a dove 

I don’t look for victory with desperation 

These are not the granaries of my nations 

I could cry over the battles lost, the cost 

of sacrifice in vain, the insurmountable pain 

This road is meaningful, even if obscure 

Those that suffer gladly are rendered pure 

My pet, you teach me true love can cross 

all the obstacles of connivance, the loss 

from evil’s manipulations. This station 

is never empty of the divine incantation 

I learn, each moment, there is eternity 

This lifetime is only brief, but an opportunity 

to realise in profound hope, touch wood 

that everything here happens for the best, if not for the good