The Rainbow
Bridge
By the
edge of a woods, at the foot of a hill,
Is a lush, green
meadow where time stands still.
Where the friends of
man and woman do run,
When their time on earth is over and
done.
For
here, between this world and the next,
Is a place where
each beloved creature finds rest.
On this golden land, they
wait and they play,
Till the Rainbow Bridge they cross over
one day.
No more
do they suffer, in pain or in sadness,
For here they are
whole, their lives filled with gladness.
Their limbs are
restored, their health renewed,
Their bodies have healed,
with strength imbued.
They
romp through the grass, without even a care,
Until one day
they start, and sniff at the air.
All ears prick forward,
eyes dart front and back,
Then all of a sudden, one breaks
from the pack.
For just at that instant, their eyes have
met;
Together again, both person and pet.
So they run to
each other, these friends from long past,
The time of their
parting is over at last.
The
sadness they felt while they were apart,
Has turned into
joy once more in each heart.
They embrace with a love that
will last forever,
And then, side-by-side, they cross over…
together. |
