How Great Thou Bark
Praise Be to Dog. Woof.
Praise Be to Dog. Woof.
The hymnal already knew. There is a song that has been aimed at the wrong sky for centuries — the wrong light, the wrong source of all things good and unconditional. How Great Thou Bark is the correction.
Each design is a Dog rendered as a stained glass saint: jewel tones, bold lead lines, the full weight of sacred iconography applied to the one who has earned it. Every window catches a Dog mid-devotion without her knowing it: a leap toward something only she can see, a stillness that lands like prayer, a face turned up into light that arrived on its own. The pose changes with each one. The grace never does.
They don't know they're saints. They never needed to.
Praise Be to Dog. Woof.