mother runs down the road he chases and overtakes her. What joy to see
him run, despite one leg being joined incorrectly and unusable. He is
more interested in biting his mother on her back, playfully, than
guarding the street. When they both are lapping up the milk and bread,
their heads in the bowl, what joy I get. Could there be any greater
joy, o Lord? And while i was emptying a little more milk into the
bowl, Raja's ear touched my hand.
They lie in the sand hill where there is construction going on, down
the road, second last house. The night guard is very sympathetic to
them. He showed me that they go running down into the basement and
back out. I don't think Raja will ever learn aggressiveness. When his
mother is protecting and barking away dogs, he chases her and
playfully bites her. But the other day when someone was walking a
small golden retriever, they did both bark at him.
O what joy, Lord, have i ever in my entire life known such joy, have i
ever melted in love like this. They are like me, like a part of me,
like my own self. Is this why you created this world, this universe,
so joy could be known. The joy of love. The joy of such love.
