The old man knew he would be the last of his kind.

He had traced his German and Irish heritage back several centuries.

He even knew of their life’s trials, misfortunes, and pandemics.

He had walked in their battlefield footsteps, and stood beneath their Presbyterian altar.

His father did not know. His mother did not know, nor his brother.

No bloodline of his was left, nor would be left, who would care, to share faithfully, and eternally pass onto his discoveries of the very nature of their being, their very soul.

Such was his fate, the last berry of the fruited tree. Doomed to be conflicted with the eye of an artist, the mind of a scientist, and the heart of a poet. Offering charitable wisdom, but yet not welcomed by those blinded by petty and selfish distractions.

Now, in his autumn years, he only watched, and captured the beauty of life surrounding him.  Firmly knowing, that man’s greed, would end all that beauty, not in millions of years, but scores of years. As he continued to watch, displayed behind him, on the wall, was that captured beauty: sunrises, waterfalls, oceanic waves, mountains, skies, heavens, woodland, wildlife, and canine companions.

Ah, the canine companions.  Spanning decades, he would love his German breeds, big and small, and they would love him back. 

Now, three remained. Someday, he would be joining the other eight into the infinite, expanding cosmos. Kindred spirits, intertwined in play, as though it never ended to begin with.

He would then await for the most precious love of his life. The wife who was always there for him. Her glowing inner and outer beauty omnipresent, filling him with joy forever, and ever. 

In that afterlife, even if only like a dream, let our eternal consciousness dance to the joy of life. With our Mothers, Fathers, Brothers, Sisters, Husbands, and Wives. And with our beloved and devoted dogs, who departed us with so much sorrow in our heart.

D W Orr

Environmentalist, Weimaraner/Dachshund Companion, Photographer, and Poet-Provocateur

Harford County, Maryland,

Here, where it all began, 250 years ago, in the USA

August 31, 2019

Morning Waves

The Ebb and Flow of Life, and the Light

Moody Autumn Redux

The Autumn of Our Years

The Ancient and Vast Cosmos

The Infinite