Who is my teacher?
A small golden dog.
I love the dusty footprints
on clean sheets and pillows.
I love the furry scent
of unwashed Presence.
The way he runs in his sleep
and yelps at dream rabbits
reminds me of people who
think they are awake.
I love his disobedience.
Through cherishing
a small golden dog,
I learn how God loves me.
I have not learned so much
from any school.
Golden Teacher
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