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NATIVE AMERICAN PRAYER
I give you this one thought to keep --
I am with you
still – I do not sleep.
I
am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the
diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on
ripened grain,
I am the gentle
autumn rain.
When you awaken in the
morning’s hush,
I am the swift,
uplifting rush
of quiet
birds in circled flight.
I
am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me
as gone –
I am with you still – in
each new dawn.
The original poem has been attributed to Mary
Frye as author, and reads:
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
You can read about Mary Frye and the
authorship question at
http://www.businessballs.com/donotstandatmygraveandweep.htm
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I STOOD BY YOUR BED
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, you were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "it's me."
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It's possible for me to be so near you every day.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew ... in the
stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning
and say "goodnight, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out ... then come home to be with me.
Author Unknown
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IF IT SHOULD BE . . .
If it
should be that I grow weak, and
the pain should keep me from my sleep, then
you must do what must be done, for
this last battle cannot be won.
You
will be sad, I understand, don't
let your grief then stay your hand, for
this day more than all the rest, your
love for me must stand the test.
We've
had so many happy years, what
is to come can hold no fears, you'd
not want me to suffer so, the
time has come to let me go.
Take
me where my need they'll tend, and
please stay with me until the end, I
know in time that you will see, the
kindness that you have done for me.
Although my tail its last has waved, from
pain and suffering I've been saved.
Please do not grieve, it must be you who had this painful thing to do; we've
been so close, we two, these years, don't
let your heart hold back its tears.
Author Unknown
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A DOGGIE PRAYER
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So do not grieve for me, my friend, as I am with my kind.
My collar is a rainbow's hue
My leash is a shooting star
My boundaries are the milky way, where I sparkle from afar.
There are no pens or kennels here, for I am not confined,
but free to roam God's heavens among my special kind.
I nap the day on a snowy cloud and gentle breezes are rocking me;
I dream the dreams of earthlings and how it used to be. The trees are full of liver treats
and tennis balls abound, and milk bones line the walking ways just waiting to be found.There even is a ring set up,
the grass all lush and green, and everyone who gaits around becomes the "Best Of Breed".
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For we're all
winners in this
place, we have no faults
you see.
And God passes
out the ribbons to each
one--even me.
I drink from
waters laced with gold, my
world a beauty to behold.
And wise old dogs do form
my pride to amble at my
very side.
At night I sleep in an
angel's arms, her wings
protecting me, and
moonbeams dance about
us as stardust falls on
thee.
So when your life on earth
is spent and you reach
heaven's gate, have no
fear of loneliness, for here,
you know I wait.
Author Unknown
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DON'T CRY FOR
THE HORSES
This poem was written
by Brenda Riley-Seymore
and is copyright protected. You may find it
and
additional poems and writings
dedicated to the equine
at
http://www.faeriekeeper.net/poetry4.htm
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For answers to the question,
"Do Dogs Go to Heaven?" (note that any species can be used in place of dog),
see Dick Neville's wonderful site:
http://www-hsc.usc.edu/~cypert/dick/inheaven.html
For
beautiful sympathy cards, artwork and memorials incorporating loving poems
about animals (horses and others),
visit
http://hoofprints.com/.
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