My dog the bounding surf,
Luna lovely tail in tow,
she died you know.
Now I crave God,
who’s invisible to all get out,
who’s behind everything but not here,
who I can sense, smell and touch
but not put my finger on.

Let me explain this rhapsody.
The mountains bear Earth you see.
From a long ways off
wonder at their tops sublime,
wonder at their feet.
Now that’s God standing there
the everything you see,
touchable, feelable, palatable, real,
but you can’t get to ‘im, can yah?

He’s a mystery to you.
He can’t climb your dog
and fill the presence in the room,
be her bounding joy
your heart eats and eats
because she’s there
the love of her master.

It’s just a little spot on the world
that gives the world pedestals.
It’s so far from God,
so impossibly short.
What do I cave-in to?
What do I find,
the presence of God in love
when he is all around me
that bounding joy,
the leaves in the grass,
the wind in the trees,
the current in the river
and the river walk in me?

Oh God you are not jealous or lone.
You do not want to eat me a pumpkin pie.
You are not selfish and mean.
You are the earth and sky,
a mountain spirituality I can live
in the switch from spot to all.

The absence of my dog assails me now
and all the spots I’ve lost,
Lisa bless her heart.
Come God come,
step into my reality
only you.
God I await your commend,
your behest,
and let’s rumble
the earth and sky without you
until resistance is gone,
until no longer I remains but you.
That’s all I ask of thee.