"Good people take care of their animals" - Proverbs 12:10
"For I too had my hour; one far fierce hour and sweet: there was a shout about my ears, and palms before my feet" - Chesterton, 'The Donkey'
"The Lord must be keeping me alive for some reason". My grandmother would often say things like that. I was too young to understand what she meant but I could feel the sadness in her voice, the resignation and the thoughts of more hard times to come. She often seemed "in vacant or in pensive mood", taking part in everyday life while simultaneously being transfixed by a vision of something beyond her. When I looked, I saw sunlight making visible the dustmites in the kitchen air. But for all I know she may have been seeing the heavenly Jerusalem and myriads of angels.
Mary Ann, for that was her name, had a snatched a break from housewifery amid the dog days of summer and we went a-wandering back roads. I didn't know where we were. There were flies and country smells and daisies and dandelions. And there was love.
She saw a donkey by a fence. We went over to him. She moved the back of a finger slowly, lovingly, up and down his long face. "Ned", she said, the universal name for donkeys. But it was the way she said it. Like a caress. "Ned". There was love in the way she said it, there was respect for God's creatures, there was recognition of the toil and trouble of working animals, there was remembrance of her days growing up in the country. And Ned seemed to smile his toothsome smile and show his pleasure in the turn of his head.
We don't need to use many words to live life. Very few, one or two, or none at all.
We just need to have love.