I opened my eyes this morning listening
To the silence
No fire
No brimstone
No neighbor’s dobermans down at the street
Barking at the deer hound
Who gets his morning walk right about this time
Then I looked over and on the chair were two little pelts
Neatly folded
Doggie pelts
Our doggies
I jumped up and in the neighbor’s backyard
Three brown pelts, neatly folded
Rapture
Dog Rapture and I had slept through it
They didn’t even leave a note
Mark Twain said a hundred years ago or so
“Heaven goes by favor
If it went by merit,
You would stay out and
Your dog would go in”
So, old preacher Camping almost got it right
Just another slight miscalculation
He got the part right about hell though
Copyright 2011 Patrick Granfors
Ron
Chip Bergeron
Anna
Donna
If it went by merit,
You would stay out and
Your dog would go in”
I've always loved that Twain quote.
Mark