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I can almost see Barkley in the water picture on the first page,
looking down into the pool watching his little fish buddies swim by.
so I placed our song and words here for the memory of one very much loved.
HEAR THE RUMBLE OF THE THUNDER, SEE THE LIGHTNING IN THE SKY,
THE GENTLE RAINS THAT SPEAK OF THINGS, UN-MENTIONED.
THE FLAMES OF THE FIRE, THAT I DO TEND,
AS I SIT HERE AND LISTEN TO, WHISPERS ON THE WIND.
I OFTEN THINK ABOUT YOU, AND THINGS THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN,
I SEEM TO HEAR YOU CALLING ME, THROUGH WHISPERS ON THE WIND
I WATCH THE BLUE RIVER, DISAPPEAR AROUND THE BEND,
THE WATER SEEMS TO SING TO ME, BUT IT'S THE WHISPERING OF THE WIND.
IN THE SKY, ABOVE THE CLOUDS, THE MOON DOES BRIGHTLY GLOW,
IT SENDS A THOUGHT ON RAYS OF GOLD, TO GENTLY TOUCH MY SOUL.
AS THE MESSAGE REACHES OUT TO ME, I FEEL THE BREEZE AGAIN,
THE SECRET THOUGHT I SEEM TO HEAR, MUST BE THE WHISPERING OF THE WIND.
STANDING HERE ALL ALONE, BY THE RIVER AT THE BEND,
I LONG TO HEAR JUST ONE MORE TIME, THOSE WHISPERS ON THE WIND.
IF ONLY JUST, ONE MORE TIME, THOSE WHISPERS ON THE WIND.
Written and copyright by Don & Linda Dade.
Published by Tin Pan Alley
I see you in the beauty of a sunrise
that rises each day to greet the morning
Your smile glowing in it's colours
That is how I know you are near.
I hear your voice singing to me
in the beauty of a song bird's call.
Singing of memories always shared.
warming the heart and soul
Days that live on in my
soul
I feel your gentle touch in the beauty
of a gentle breeze that caresses
my face. Phantom fingers reaching
out to reassure me you are always
by my side.
So much healing in the beauty
of memories. Gentle soothing healing
in our time together. I often wonder who
I would be if you had never come
along to enrich my life. But I don't have
to wonder do I? Because you arrived
in my heart like a glowing shooting
star and found your place in the
center of my heart.
Hear my whispered words of love always
in the beauty of a sunset. Meet you in
our dreams, where we will touch
again.
©BarTendersBluesWolf
Aka J.C. Stewart
One day as I traveled along my life’s path
Three women weaving I happened to see
And I stopped to rest and to watch for a while
As they worked on an intricate tapestry.
As I watched and they wove I began to see
The color of each thread shift and change
And the pattern would alter with the color shift
And the tapestry grew and expanded it’s range.
I continued to watch as they continued to weave
And I saw periodically one a thread would snip
And a small hole would form in the tapestry
And the pattern at that point alter and shift.
But others would take up each thread as snipped
And weave it into a new tapestry
No thread seemed lost for even a moment
The flow to the looms seemed as smooth as can be.
Then one of the three smiled up at me
Sad eyes that seemed tired with age
And without a word she explained the threads
And the intricate tapestry they made.
“Threads cut shorter a short life or child
Longer threads those of ones older
Bright tones for happy moments in life
Dark tones for times sadder and colder”
And I watched the two looms and their tapestries
Amazed both from the same threads were woven
The first intricate patterned in dark and light
The second flawless with beauty unspoken
As a single tear fell she again spoke to me
“We ,the Fates, weave for all time the tapestry of life
We weave with life’s threads, the long and the short
Our patterns colored by joy, pain, and strife.”
“The others are angels who lift up each cut thread
To add to their loom with love oh so gently
Then they weave with colors so perfect and lovely
For their tapestry is the perfect eternity.
©Candace
Light a candle in Barkley's memory, for a sick, abused, or special needs furbaby,
or perhaps just someone who needs a prayer and a candle lit.
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