MORE MEMEORIES FROM GRANDMOTHER HOLMES

THE LITTLE BLACK DOG




I wonder if Christ had a little black dog,
All curly and woolly like mine?
With two silly ears - and a nose round and wet.
And two eyes brown and tender that shine.




I am sure if he had, that that little black dog
Knew right from the start he was God.
That he needed no proof that Christ was divine,
And just worshipped the ground that he trod!




I'm afraid that he hadn't, because I have read,
How he prayed in the garden alone,
For all of his friends and disciples had fled,
Even Peter, the one called a stone.




And, oh, I am sure that that little black dog,
With a heart so tender and warm,
Would never have left him to suffer alone,
But creeping right under his arm,




Would have licked those dear fingers,
In agony clasped, and counting all favors but loss,
When they took him away, would have trotted behind
And followed him quite to the cross.




Elizabeth Gardner Reynolds