Celestialicity

A dream slips away.  I wake

Clear-eyed and rise to my feet

With a shining in my mind, 

God working in everything.  

I look for Jessica, a species

As malleable as my own.

I’ve learned of the various

Breeds that preceded.  If

Someone picked the best of

The lot, one dog for all 

purposes, and he killed

The rest, would his

Malleability disipate?

A celestial hand might have

Begun a choosing long

Before King James could have

Conceived.  Here we are,

Alone in our agitation, filling 

Our cities with rescues 

Enough to fill our voids,

Getting ready for war.