I laid my hands on my dogs’ spine
And I prayed.
No, not to a god of religion
Not to a theology or a dogma
To the universe, to love, to the power, the energy that I know pulsates in all things.
I sometimes call it spirit
Sometimes ATI…All That Is
Sometimes divine mother because mothering is an image I like.
I don’t pretend to understand this force
But I know it’s real
I’ve met it before
And been grateful for its help.
My dog had an exploded disk
It went straight through his spinal cord
He couldn’t walk
The vet said he never would again.
That wasn’t good for my Sammy
He’s an active happy racy kind of dog
His misery was heart breaking.
So every day…as often as I could
I laid my hands where his injury was
And prayed, begged, asked
That somehow-a-rather that energy might flow
From the ether
Through me to him
And he would be healed.
I thought of Jesus
Not the Christian one
Of how he said we could heal too
How he talked of a woman
Who touched his robe
And some of his power left him.
Most of all I thought of how much I loved my dog
And how I believe in the power of love.
He’s walking now
Running in fact
With a slight limp to show what’s been
The vet just shakes his head using words like impossible.
I don’t know if he’d end up walking anyway because he’s got such a spirit.
But I do know he’s running now
I do know it’s physically impossible
And I know that this spirit is there for us all.
And that even though sometimes the answer’s no
Sometimes its yes
And so I believe.