Karma is a B**ch

and not always female.

I was twelve he came for me,

in a Baptist church

yawning into a sermon.

My legs moved on their own

up the saving isle to stand

among the over weight 

suburban dresses,

tears flowing, promising

my everlasting soul to Jesus.

When I returned home that day

cleansed, lonely, my gift

in exchange was a puppy

under the chicken coop

I had been wanting one so badly.

It was a wild thing, it

took months on end to just

get close enough; 

for it to trust me enough,

to touch him;

I was the only one who could

touch him,

calm his trembling. 

When he began eating the chickens

in the coop that he lived under,

my dad took him away;

on the back of an old dusty Ford pickup

he made me catch him;

he made me say my goodbyes

and when I closed that tailgate,

he never returned, I guess he was 

too small to find his way back.

Some years later, into my teens

I came home from school and 

there was a strange dog in our yard,

he didn't growl at me, 

he just stood and looked at me

when I yelled at him to go away.

Being young farm girl, I took

a stick and hit him to make him

leave, after which, he bit me

on the hand that held the stick

and ran off. I just stood 

there looking at him run down

the summer road, I felt so ashamed.

Today I remember that puppy,

and the dog, and I realize how

similar they looked and that maybe

I had not recognized him at the time,

as my old friend, my gift, my soul prize.

So now, I wonder, if that puppy

had grown into that stray dog, 

back to say that at one time,

he remembered me as someone kind.

(remorse)

and in return for his love, 

in return,

I was cruel to him.

Karma and conscious will eventually

find and return an old deed...

it's memory is long winded,

because now, 

I am the one who remembers him

and he,

has surely forgotten me.

Author's Note

The pic is old and super blurry, he is on my lap, and Australian Shepard, he looked like the lower pic but that isn't him. I still love that pup, and I still bat for Jesus, and I never ever forget a tailgate.

Reviews

[lee von cleef]

I don't know if I have time ,but this writing reading is bound to help,(it doesn't get the work done)we live by a no kill pound,people find it full and not accepting new dogs,so they drop em on up the road at our gate,there they hang,around my trash can,mental heart foreplay,hungry they don't run off,tip the can yes,mess yes,like your pup they won't let you catch em till you start to feed them,now what? be there buddy?take them to a pound that does kill?Tie em to the fence call the dog catcher?Spend $ real $we don't have,spay, neuter,flee, tick,heart worm,them, they have eyes,Jesus eyes in disguise?who is testing who? Jehovah passing by?My heart reaches to do right,now he chews my rubber boots,collects a personal pile of his treasures,special smells ,textures only a dog could ,deer leg, my boot,a cup,stuffed animal ,hair brush, his alter below the Oak, there he worships these objects holy,to him,his soul grace in my eyes.

[Alisa Js]

Aloha,

This one speaks to me about the power of love, commitment and doing the right thing, even when feeling may pull another.

Certainly food for thought. Very well done!

Alisa :-)

[Eve]

Aloha, I am very happy to see you, thank you for coming and commenting,

[Alisa Js]

thank you as well. I just noticed your comment on one of my pieces, 5 months ago!!! May I send forth a deeply belated thank you! Your talent is quite incredible...

alisa ;-)

[Eve]

bah, it's the same as always old friend, but you are as gracious as ever :)

[Chris]

Sometimes it seems we've so many morals preached on HOW to be that we forget HOW to be ...ya know?

[Eve]

I DO know and I could not have said it better, thank you so much for those cups when I needed them.

[Emerald Seas]

This is such a considerate writing, which draws me to pause and think of rights and wrongs in life. Sometimes, the lines are blurred so much it is hard for us to see. Sometimes we are caught up in our own hurts or burdens we don’t see what is standing in front of us, to appreciate a special moment or a special gift. Life is hard, but a gift. We cannot weigh ourselves down with regret, but learn from past experience… and move on.
Wonderful writing, Myth. Thank you for sharing your words… and I hope you are well, my friend.

[Eve]

Thank you, I am so glad to see that you are back, i came to visit not long ago but you were gone, I am getting there :) Every day it settles into a little less scribble, I just wanted to thank you for...well you know, and it was a mess of course but it was the right thing to do, I could have done differently, half cocked was a nightmare, but I live, I learn and I am blessed by having met people like you :)

[Emerald Seas]

I'm so glad things are looking brighter, even when the road twists and turns a bit. Some days will be brighter than others. I hope the future continues with more good days and one day you'll look back and realize how strong you were/are/and will be for things to come. Tears are less, blessings realized... more each day. You're a strong woman and I know you have wonderful things in store. A soul such as yours deserves celebrating and the right person will see that and cherish you. Hugs, my dear friend!

[PoisednProper]

This is beautiful...and beautifully written

[Eve]

thanks!