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
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.
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