The Faith of Dogs

Adoringly, she stares at you, trusting that you will see her through, her rescuer from direst straits. So at your feet, she patient waits. The master’s children first are fed; bewildered not by what He said, she knows her place, but doesn’t care. She’s certain there’s enough to share. A Canaanite does thus inspire the object of her great desire; In Tyre no less, not synagogues - great indeed, the faith of dogs… ---------- musings on Matthew 15:21-28