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 stand beside you and see you weep
And I feel the love we will always keep
But you don't see me standing here
But we promised to stay always near

  I may have walked ahead, round the bend
But please believe that this isn't the end
For love such as ours can never fade away
But grow ever stronger forever and one day

  And you weep for what seems the end of our tale
As I stand here behind a thin Midnight Veil
You weep for I am gone to a place you cannot see
As you gaze upon a point where nothing seems to be

  But I will never leave you, our love is far to true
I guard your path every step with my love for you
And though you cannot see me I watch your every day
Though you cannot hear me I hear every word you say

  And when at last we're together again
At the Bridge that is at the Rainbow's end
Then our hearts rejoice as each other we see
And we start our journey through eternity

  © Candace
11/12/04

Listen carefully and you will hear it,
a voice that whispers in the wind.
Calling out to you, in the echos
of a memory shared. A voice
from your past reminding you
that love is always.

Look back through the yesterdays
that have been and hear the voice
that lives on in your memory.
Warmth in words never forgotten,
caressing your soul. A gentle
finger leaving a trail of comfort
across your heart.

These yesterdays are never in the past,
a voice that whispers in the wind
brings them back to you and
are always.

Have you ever seen a shadow out
of the corner of your eye, turned
and no one was there? Heard your
name called by a voice you thought
was long ago silenced?

Remember that a voice that
whispers in the wind is never silenced
but is always in the echos
of your memory

©J.C. Stewart
BarTendersBluesWolf
December 17th, 2010

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