You Raise Me Up
By Josh Groban

Lexi was only 14 months when she crossed to the bridge and
although we only shared our lives with one another for 11
months, we packed a lot into a short amount of time. She
was my angel here on earth and now is an angel at the
bridge! Lexi was adopted from a rescue league (along
with her brother - same age, different litter.) From the
moment I laid my eyes upon her it was love at first site. It
was as if someone tapped me on the shoulder and said "this
is the one that needs to be with you." I wouldn't take no for
an answer - had to have her in my life.

Lexi demonstrated her wisdom beyond her age every day with
her creative problem solving skills, her diplomacy with her
brother who attacked her constantly, and her ability to
snuggle up with me when I needed it the most. She was a
vivid player who loved hunting bugs, chasing furry mice,
pouncing on the "bird" toy and following the laser
light. She was only 6.6lbs fully grown so always statuesque
and pettite, her love eminated from her. She is a
superstar who bravely fought to live and proved once more
what a truly special soul she is.

I called her "Sexy Lexi" as she is stunning. Everyone that met
her commented on how beautiful and unique looking she
was. She was selective when meeting folks at first but
once they proved trustworthy, she would let her guard
down. She was a bundle of love just looking for someone to
give it to. She had a high pitch squeak of a meow but yet
had the purr of a tiger! What a beauty inside and out!

Lexi, you will be missed greatly for as long as I live. I am
conforted by the fact that we will always be together, bonded
by love. In our hearts and heads we will never be
apart. I am now and forever your mommy and you will live
on inside of me forever. The world should know what a
wonderful and thoughtful baby girl you are. The earth lost a star
but the heavens gained a superstar! Shine on bright honey -
I love you!

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 and 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

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.


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

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

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