When I go out
To scan the stars
My neighbor’s dog,
Aledo,
Growls in the dark
At someone
He can’t see
Or smell.
I say softly
“It’s all right
Aledo”;
And my voice
Soothes him
With remembrance
Of the treats
I gave him
In the daylight.
He trusts my voice
Even though
He cannot see my face.
It’s like religion:
You trust a force
You cannot view
As good things seem
To come
And lives are saved
By trusting.
©2016 John I. Blair
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