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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.”
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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.
LoboWolf aka Don 10/02/2003
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A MEMORY ONCE MADE IS FOREVER
IT COMES BACK TO US
WHEN WE NEED IT'S
GENTLE HEALING TOUCH
REACH OUT AND TOUCH THE
MEMORIES IN THE DARK
OF THE NIGHT
LET THEM WRAP AROUND YOU
LIKE A WARM CARESS
OF LOVE
A MEMORY WILL GLOW WITH
THE INNER WARMTH OF LOVE
AND BRIGHTEN THE DARKNESS
OF THE NIGHT
EACH MEMORY WILL
BRING PEACE OF HEART
WHEN WE FEEL SO LOST AND
ALONE AND FEAR THE START OF EACH
DAY, LET THE MEMORIES
REMIND YOU OF THE LOVE
THAT IS ALWAYS WITH YOU
HOLD OUT YOUR HANDS
AND IT WILL COME TO YOU
LET THE MEMORIES COME
THEY WILL BE THERE
WHEN YOU NEED THEM MOST
LET THE GENTLE WINDS OF PEACE
CARESS YOUR HEART
LET THE MEMORIES
OF LOVE
EASE YOUR MIND
THE MEMORIES SAY
I AM HERE
I AM FOREVER YOUR'S
I HAVE NOT LEFT YOU
A MEMORY ONCE MADE IS FOREVER
©J.C. Stewart~*~2005
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Lord, when the time comes please help me be strong
my furry friend is sick; something's terribly wrong
The vet checked her over; there's nothing he can do
I'm afraid soon I'll be sending her; home to You
Please take her back home; on the wings of a dove
into Your loving arms; up in heaven above
Take her to a meadow; where she can play and run free
under bright sunlight; among the green grass and trees
She's been a part of my life now; for so many years
I'll miss her so much; my eyes are filling with tears
Please give me the courage; to tell her good-bye
as I know she'll watch over me; through her loving eyes
I'll never forget her; I'll see her one day
tell her we'll meet at the Bridge; then we'll go play
I'll cherish the memories; of the time we both had
they'll put a smile on my face; then I won't feel as bad
John Quealy
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