What are you pondering my sweetly spotted friend
As you sit softly gazing upon the meadow’s tender green?
Are your thoughts of wonder grand or are they thoughts of woe?
Do you fret for a future of which we simply do not know?
Do you bask in the gracious gift of an everlasting peace?
As you sit so still and quiet wrapped serenely in freedom’s release.
As the brightly radiant sun warms your soft and speckled fur. . .
What tiny marvelous wonders do your keen senses now incur?
What wisdom do you wish to impart that I may take with me this day?
Only this oh fretful child is all I have to say. . .
That despite your heavy sadness, despite your doubts and fears
It is God who sits in glory who wipes away your tears. . .