The Master's Hand
My Master has loved me from the first day. My Master has
provided all I need in this life. My Master has fed me,
played with me and loved me in more ways than I can
describe. But the one thing I loved the most was the touch
of my Master's hand. The touch calmed me, soothed me and
comforted me.
During the storms, when I was ill, my Master's touch would
give me peace and comfort. When I played too hard in my
Master's house and broke something, the Master just gave me
a gentle touch to let me know all was well. I nuzzle my
Master's hand because of the calming touch or when I am
tired.
As the years wore on, I became much older; I became sick
more and more, yet my Master was there and His hands fed me
and stroked me. His eyes looked at my dimming eyes with
tears of love. One day, I was too tired to get up, too sick
to play. My Master picked me up with His hands and took me
to the vet.
As the life left me, I looked at my Master, His eyes were
wet with tears, and yet He still gave me all the comfort He
could with His hands. Life left me. When I opened my eyes,
and saw the fields before me, my heart leaped. I felt well
and wanted to play. Before me was a man, He reached out and
petted me, it was just like my Master. This Master and His
hands healed me. He spoke to me and said, "This is your
place, go play and wait, one day your Master will lay His
hands on you again."
A long time later, I do not know if it was years, or months,
or even days! . I lay sleeping in the meadow before the
cool, running stream, when I awoke. My head was being
petted. I kept my eyes closed, yet I had tears running from
my eyes.... it was the touch of my Master's Hand.
B. J. Cassady Guthrie, Oklahoma
BJ.Cassady@af-group.com