Our Father which art in heaven
Hallowed be the name of Thomas.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done Thomas (on earth or you will move heaven to get it).
I will give you this day your daily bread (actually a gluten free portion of mine).
And forgive me my trespasses of impatience with your dawdling (my sins are negligable in comparison to yours).
For thine is the kingdom (the couch really does belong to you).
The power (he just won’t budge)
and the glory (such a handsome boy)
for ever and ever, amen.
And the revelation ensued that for all the persuasion of shiny men
popped up in pulpits, none had successfully pierced her side
then that of the mirrored version of God: Dog
And God became flesh and dwelt amongst her
and on top of her
and took up all of the bed.
Thomas, Prince of Peace
(he seldom barks)
eyes like satellite dishes
that transmit salvation.
Thou must love the Lord thy Dog with all thy heart, soul and mind…
Snuggled nightly at her feet
their biorhythms entwined
like halos.
In DOG we trust.
She has been born again.