Opinion: Letter to the Editor: Poetry

Opinion: Letter to the Editor: Poetry

Life’s Blessings

In a chair, in pain,

Waiting for the doctor to see me,

Around the corner comes an old dog.

He comes to my chair and rests by me,

An old soul knowing I need healing.

My fingers gently stroke his head and neck,

Calming the pain and warming my heart.

His eyes meet mine with compassion and love.

A few minutes pass.

Then, realizing his work is done,

He walks down the hall in search of the next needy soul.

Life is full of blessings each day, but

We must be open to receive them.

— Linda Herbert