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There Is No Death
There is no death! The stars go down
to rise upon some other shore,
And bright in heaven's jeweled crown
They shine forevermore.
There is no Death! The forest leaves
Convert to life the viewless air,
The rocks disorganize to feed
The hungry moss they bear.
There is no death! The dust we tread
Shall change, beneath the summer showers
To golden grain, or mellowed fruit,
Or rainbow-tinted flowers.
There is no death! The leaves may fall,
And flowers may fade and pass away-
They only wait, through wintry hours,
The warm sweet breath of May.
There is no Death! The choicest gifts
That heaven hath kindly lent to earth
Are ever first to seek again
The country of their birth.
And all things that for growth or joy
Are worthy of our love or care,
Whose loss has left us desolate,
Are safely garnered there.
Though life become a desert waste,
We know its fairest, sweetest flowers,
Transplanted into Paradise,
Adorn immortal bowers.
The voice of bird like melody
That we have missed and mourned so long
Now mingles with the angel choir
In everlasting song.
There is no death! Although we grieve
When beautiful, familiar forms
That we have learned to love are torn
From our embracing arms-
Although with bowed and breaking heart,
With sable garb and silent tread,
We bear their senseless dust to rest,
And say that they are "dead",
They are not dead! They have but passed
Beyond the mists that blind us here
Into the new and larger life
of that serener sphere.
They have but dropped their robe of clay
To put their shining raiment on;
They have not wandered far away-
They are not "lost" nor "gone".
Though dis-enthralled and glorified
They still are here and love us yet;
The dear ones they have left behind
They never can forget.
And sometimes, when our hearts grow faint
Amid temptations fierce and deep,
or when the wildly raging waves
Of grief or passion sweep,
We feel upon our fevered brow
Their gentle touch, their breath of balm;
Their "arms" enfold us and our hearts
Grow comforted and calm.
And ever near us, though unseen,
The dear, immortal spirits tread-
For all the boundless universe
Is Life - There are no dead!!!
This is a poem that puts into words the feelings of helplessness that
I felt each time my little ones passed to the other side:
SG.
Heart of the White Wolf
The white wolf walks his chosen path through the dark of night.
His heart may be broken and sorrow reighns but noone sees his plight
Silver tears glistening on his fur in the moonlight from above.
His mission is to bring some comfort to the ones who need his love.
His heart beats true as he watches over those who are in pain.
He can not bring their lost loves back nor cause their grief to wain.
But as he walks beside them and they share with him their grief.
The bond that forms between them will offer both relief,
The wolf now knows what he must do to comfort all who need.
In his wisdom he reaches out to hearts he knows his call will heed.
He speaks to them on whispering wind and calls them to his side.
Walk with me he beckons them where saddened hearts abide.
He knows that he was sent to earth by angels from above.
To comfort all and fill their hearts with neverending love.
The ones he chose to walk with him will forever stay.
Where sad and lonely ones will come for help along the way.
There is no end to sadness and grief knows no holiday.
But when a saddend heart cries out no matter night or day.
The white wolf and his chosen ones will try to ease the pain.
And pray that love will be enough to bring a smile again.
©~ Kathy Hayes~Aurichwolf~aka~Katie~
Light a candle in memory of Floppy, Chaos & Peanutz, or for a sick, abused, or special needs furbaby,
or perhaps just someone who needs a prayer and a candle lit.
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