Ebbing tides of sorrow break,
Over those who will seek but ease.
The hearts and souls and minds that ache,
Waiting for the wind called peace.

The love that came from up above,
Was sent with them to us to teach.
Mission complete, took back his loves,
Now we wait for the wind of peace.

They brought His word to us to learn,
Now they fly on wings of iridescent hue,
A silverwolf was sent to me,
Who now flies with wings of blue.

So learn you well the word of love,
Even tho when gone you feel no ease.
When he takes them back above,
And leaves you searching
for the wind called peace.

Written by: ©LoboWolf
aka Don Dade
10/02/2003

I thank you for the living years,
Days filled with fun and love,
When I walked this earth by your side,
Before I was called above.

No longer a silly ball of baby fuzz,
No longer a proud brave youth,
No longer a strong and noble friend,
What’s left is just me, just my truth.

For I have changed so many times,
Yet somehow you’ve always loved me,
Without seeing that what you really loved
Was inside of me, not what you could see.

I am now free from imprisonment,
I am no longer shackled by pain.
Please do not feel that I am gone,
For we will see each other again.

But you worry that the details may dim,
That one day you’ll forget my face.
Like your clothes, my face has changed many times.
What you loved is my inner grace.

As time stole my beauty and strength,
And dimmed my hearing and sight,
Our love was not dimmed in the least
And you became my beauty and light.

Should you see the sweet innocent face of a child?
Or the strong and brave face of fiery youth?
Or the steadfast face of a trusted friend?
Or the grizzled face, old with the truth?

Now that I do not reside in this plane
Don’t worry if my earthly guise you can’t see.
Remember my inner spirit and light,
The me that your heart always could see.

© Candace
9/21/04

There's something to be said
for the memories that guide us home.
Drawing us back in time to places
and people who are alive in our hearts

I have often wondered if we could
make time stand still with the power of
our will, Never separating from
the ones who are our everything.
Never having to say good bye.

Bringing our dreams into reality, never
having to awaken in the cold
bright light of morning, finding
them gone from us again.

There's something to be said
about reaching out your hand feeling the
memories of gentle warmth reaching
back.

©J.C. Stewart,
BarTendersBluesWolf
2009

Light a candle in Max's memory, for a sick, abused, or special needs furbaby, or perhaps just someone who needs a prayer and a candle lit.