LOST DOG

    I saw a little dog today,
    And oh, that dog was lost;
    He risked his anguished puppy life
    With every street he crossed.
    He shrank away from outstretched hands,
    He winced at every hail --
    Against the city's bigness he
    Looked very small and frail.

    Distrust lay in his tortured eyes,
    His body shook with fright;
    (I wondered when he'd eaten last --
    And where he'd slept at night!)
    I whistled, and I followed him,
    And hoped that he might guess
    That all my soul reached out to him,
    And offered friendliness!

    So many times I have been lost,
    And lonely and afraid!
    I followed through the crowded streets,
    I followed -- and I prayed.
    And then the God of little things,
    Who knows when sparrows fall,
    Put trust into the puppy's heart
    And made him heed my call. . . . 

    			Margaret E. Sangster

    
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