NOTE FROM LB
The image above was supposed to be of the last time I saw the Navajo Dog (although I didn’t know that’s what I was seeing) walking down the driveway. But when I looked at the file this morning, well, somehow she’d left the picture as well.
Magic is real…but that’s a song for another day.
by Larry Brody
Since the Navajo dog and I stopped speaking,
Shortly after she trotted down our mountain
And vanished down the road to the next Astral Plain,
I’ve pretty much decided to hell with intermediaries,
I’ll go right to the source.
We’re talking the Great Spirit here, that’s right.
We’re talking God.
I speak to Him daily,
Usually in the shower,
Sometimes in the middle of the night
When I’ve been awakened by the insecurity and panic
That are a part of this kill-or-be-killed, law of the jungle
Situation now playing at your local theaters as life.
God’s an upright guy, as we used to say.
He always answers quickly—too quickly sometimes,
For me to comprehend.
Always, though, I believe.
God doesn’t confide in me. He doesn’t tell me His plans.
He doesn’t really answer my questions either. But
He does tell me when I’ve already gotten the answer for myself,
Whether what I’ve figured out is right or wrong,
And He laughs a lot.
Punishes, too. Just because God forgives,
Doesn’t mean He doesn’t kick ass.
They say virtue is its own reward,
And while that still isn’t something I fully
Comprehend, I know that talking to God is too.
With it comes a great feeling of peace.
Once you lose the illusion of having control over your life
You gain the ability to ride out the storms.
God is my shepherd, that I don’t doubt,
But just between you, me, and — yes — Him,
Sometimes I really want the Navajo dog.
Larry Brody is the head dood at TVWriter™. He is posting at least one poem a week here at TVWriter™ because, as the Navajo Dog herself once pointed out, “Art has to be free. If you create it for money, you lose your vision, and yourself.” She said it shorter, though, with just a snort.