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Love
In the frenzied scurry for the bone
I saw my human lone
Her pockets deep and heart so low
... My new home assured, I came in tow.
We walked across mountain and river and dale
Two countries, three states and home without fail
Together we knew love with no end nor low
Others came and went, and on we'd go.
From my heart to the last star our love grew
Torn edges where none of us want to know.
Always an end on earth for bones
Love with no walls blooms on in prose.
Still with you I am, warm in your lap
Hollering loudly at the furball - what is it - A CAT?
I'm gone but love more with no body between us
And your heart bursts to know precious love without fear.
I am Harry, I am dog, I am legend on earth
For this human I taught peace
comes with pain. Known only
for love.
Wendy 2011
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All I can say is that each and every poem is so beautiful! Thanks for sharing
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Wendy,
Your tribute to Harry is so beautifully written. I'm sure he will be so proud when you read it to him at the shore.
Thank you for sharing it with us.
Rene & Angel Snoopie
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SEPARATE LIFETIMES
We who choose to surround ourselves
with lives even more temporary than our
own, live within a fragile circle;
easily and often breached.
Unable to accept its awful gaps,
we would still live no other way.
We cherish memory as the only
certain immortality, never fully
understanding the necessary plan....
--- Irving Townsend ---
"The Once Again Prince"
JUST MY DOG
He is my other eyes that can see above
the clouds; my other ears that hear above
the winds. He is the part of me that can
reach out into the sea.
He has told me a thousand times over that
I am his reason for being: by the way he
rests against my leg; by the way he thumps
his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he
shows his hurt when I leave without taking him.
(I think it makes him sick with worry when he
is not along to care for me.)
When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive.
When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile.
When I am happy, he is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, he ignores it.
When I succeed, he brags.
Without him, I am only another man. With him,
I am all-powerful.
He is loyalty itself.
He has taught me the meaning of devotion.
With him, I know a secret comfort and a
private peace. He has brought me understanding
where before I was ignorant.
His head on my knee can heal my human hurts.
His presence by my side is protection against
my fears of dark and unknown things.
He has promised to wait for me...
Whenever...wherever--in case I need him.
And I expect I will--as I always have.
He is just my dog.
"Tears & Laughter"
--- Gene Hill ---
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For Sweet Sonja:
Remember Our Love - Julie Epp
I was chosen today
I'm learning to fly
the world took me away,
but please don't you cry
And I chose you today
to try and be strong
so please don't you cry
and don't say that I'm gone
When you're feeling alone
just remember our love,
I'm up near the stars
looking down from above.
Remember our love
In a moment you'll see
that I'm still here beside you
when you're thinking of me.
Apollo 1998-2012
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Thank you for the lovely poem.
It is 3a.m. and I can not sleep.
Sonja and Angel Apollo
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"Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place."
~ Rumi
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"When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight."
-- Khalil Gibran
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Beannacht
On the day when
The weight deadens
On your shoulders
And you stumble,
May the clay dance
To balance you.
And when your eyes
Freeze behind
The grey window
And the ghost of loss
Gets into you,
May a flock of colours,
Indigo, red, green
And azure blue,
Come to awaken in you
A meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays
In the currach of thought
And a stain of ocean
Blackens beneath you,
May there come across the waters
A path of yellow moonlight
To bring you safely home.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
May the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
Wind work these words
Of love around you,
An invisible cloak
To mind your life.
John O'Donohue
from Anam Cara, A Book of Celtic Wisdom
(Anam Cara means "Soul Friend" in Celtic)
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This short piece is well worth the read, just scroll past all the clutter at the top.
http://www.suggestedpost.eu/on-losing-a-dog/