Silent language

We look into a dogs eyes

and its their soul we see.

They talk to us without a sound

for from sin their souls are free. 

We see their love and trust in us

as they watch our every move.

We see the fear of punishment

when anger is our mood. 

Their silent language we all know,

no doubt is in our minds.

The body language says a lot

but to their eyes we can’t be blind. 

Like children they tell us they feel bad

tho not a sound is made.

Two anxious eyes bore holes in us

when food is on our plates. 

All these things we all know

without a single doubt.

Those happy eyes when we come home,

those eyes that want to shout! 

Silent language they possess

is of the purest kind.

Such love and trust and faithfulness

in humans we won’t find.

And when we sit our heads hung low

in torment, filled with anguish,

two eyes are there to offer help

if we but hear their silent language. 

(Kathy Henderson)