The Great Until

Beyond a shimmering mist is another special land

A place that God created with the brush of His hand

 

A sun-washed valley, with grass-covered hills

Filled with joy for us, for before the "Great Until"

 

This place is for we who had no human kin

and those who did, but were abused - discarded on a whim

 

When we lay hurt, dying and helpless on the roadside

someone stopped, cradled us tenderly, and cried

 

We may have been in pounds when they held us close and dear

and as our vision dimmed, they softly whispered away our fear

 

There was no chance to share our hearts with them on Earth

And no time to show them what their love for us was worth

 

Now we can give our all to them for we have all of time to fill

So here we abide, a waiting, until the "Great Until"

 

Our hearts will be near bursting, from here our heavenly post

Until they stride through the mist, so that we may greet …

 

The ones who loved us most

 

(© Kathy Pippig Harris, 2006;

Author’s note:

“Dedicated to those who work in shelters & for all who have ever reached out to help a stray”)

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I would like to thank Kathy Pippig Harris for her kind permission to publish her poems and writings on my blog.