Hi everybody,
Today’s Purrsday Poetry put up comes from Blues Wolf who runs a grief support group on Facebook.
An Angel sat by the blue waters that flowed
beneath Rainbow Bridge. Waters that have been made
from the numerous tears shed for the angels, once they
ascended to the bridge. These waters have been constituted of love.
This angel had not been on the bridge lengthy and nervous
about his family members. He knew the ache that his household felt.
He was watching his household very intently. How can I get
them to see that by bringing one other into their coronary heart
will not be changing me? He had seen so many who wanted
a loving residence. His household can be the proper ones to
give them that. The keeper of the winds spoke to this
Angel and defined that it took time for them to heal.
That proper now his household was feeling his loss
very deeply. They are afraid to like once more.
The angel wished to ease the hearts of his household and
allow them to know he was effectively. ‘Can I ship them one to
heat their Souls. One who wants them as a lot
as they want him?’ The Keeper Of The Winds
nodded his approval and left the Angel to seek out
a companion for his household.
Many days have been spent in search of the precise companion to
to ship. Then one was discovered. A small kitten
sat crying on the moon asking for assist. He had by no means
identified the light contact of a household. But he had been informed
about it by others who had been reunited with their
family members. Leaving him alone to dream. The Angel
shed many tears for this misplaced one. He was chilly,
hungry and soiled. Thinking of his heat mattress by the fireplace
going to waste now. The Kitten would match that mattress completely.
Keeper Of The Winds please carry this lonely one to
my household so all could heal collectively. A glowing star
guided their path to the Kitten. They have been watched
by cautious eyes that additionally held hope. Have they arrive for me?
Coming out from behind a tree he walked as much as them.
Looking up into tear stuffed eyes of ones who sensed
the angel close to. Giving a small weak whimper
the Kitten obtained their consideration. Eyes meet and
a bond was made. Gentle touches have been felt for the
first time. A dream had come true.
The Angel whispered ‘by no means really feel responsible for giving
love. Through this one who has been discovered, we’ll
contact once more.’
© J.C. Stewart
2015
An extra link to her pet memorial web page.
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Thanks,
Marc