My heart cries out so often
One more look, one last touch
Let me hold that silky one again
To feel that warmth again
To look into those trusting eyes of love
My ears yearn to hear your call
To awaken from this dream
And find them there beside me
Then whispers come to my heart
I hear that beloved voice again
In the winds that caress my soul
When I look into the eyes of one
Who has reached out to me
I look into your trusting eyes of love again
My hands and arms let you go
You are forever in my heart
There will come a time when
My work is done that I
Shall awaken at the Bridge
Look into the distance
And see all are strong and healthy
Then one who has been waiting
Will raise his head and come running
Running to my arms
Again to feel that silky warmth again
Will look into the eyes of love
Here you are by my side
Silver tears shall fall upon silky fur
My arms shall hold you again
I shall take with me the love
From the ones here who have yet to follow
And tell those who wait, you are loved
Always

©J.C. Stewart
BarTendersBluesWolf
2008

When the waves of Sorrow lap at your feet,
And they work up to your heart.
Silver hued tears run down your cheeks,
And naught but sadness does impart.

Think of this place called Rainbow’s Bridge,
And the wondrous glory there.
A silent shadow looks down from a ridge,
And stands on edge your hair.

What is this wondrous graceful sound I hear,
That whispers to me on the breeze?
It is a sound that whispers peace,
And fills my heart with ease.

Is this my love that comes to me,
And whispers on the breeze?
It seems to say feel not guilt,
Listen to my whispers please.

Daddy, mommy, I Love You,
Forever and one day.
In your heart feel not blue,
Just listen to what I say.

I speak to you with sounds of love,
From high upon this ridge.
I wait for you to come above,
I’m happy at Rainbow Bridge.
Written by ©LoboWolf
aka Don Dade
10/03.2003

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

No life is ever truly lost –
its course is only altered to travel a distant shore.