The Rainbow Bridge

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The Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food and water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who have been ill and old are restored to health and vigour, those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: they miss someone very special to them who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. The bright eyes are intent; the eager body quivers. Suddenly it begins to break away from the group, flying over the green grass, strong legs carrying him faster and faster. YOU have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face, your hands caress the beloved head and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together.

Anon

I am not there.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep,
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night,
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

Anon

	I'm Still Here Friend, please don't mourn for me, I'm still here, though you don't see, I'm right by your side each night and day, and within your heart I long to stay. My body is gone but I'm always near, I'm everything you feel, see or hear, My spirit is free, but I'll never depart, as long as you keep me alive in your heart. I'll never wander out of your sight, I'm the brightest star on a summer night, I'll never be beyond your reach, I'm the warm moist sand when you're at the beach. I'm the colorful leaves when fall comes around, and the pure white snow that blankets the ground, I'm the beautiful flowers of which you're so fond, The clear cool water in a quiet pond. I'm the first bright blossom you'll see in the spring, The first warm raindrop that April will bring, I'm the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine, and you'll see that the face in the moon is mine. When you start thinking there's no one to love you, you can talk to me through the Lord above you, I'll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees, and you'll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze. I'm the hot salty tears that flow when you weep, and the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep, I'm the smile you see on a baby's face, Just look for me, friend, I'm everyplace! Anon

Heaven or Hell?

	A woman was walking along a road with her rat on her shoulder. The woman was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to her that she was dead. She remembered dying, and that her rat had been dead for many more years. She wondered where the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When she was standing before it, she saw a magnificent gate in the arc that looked like mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. She walked toward the gate, happily stroking her rat, and as she got closer, she saw a man at a desk to one side. When she was close enough, she called out, "Excuse me, where are we?" "This is Heaven, ma'am," the gatekeeper answered. "Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the woman asked. "Of course, ma'am. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up". The gatekeeper gestured, and the gate began to open. "Can my friend come in, too?" the woman inquired, gesturing toward her rat. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but we don't accept pets," replied the gatekeeper sadly. The woman thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and, with her rat, continued the way she had been going. After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, they came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As they approached the gate, she saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book. "Excuse me!" she called to the reader. "Do you have any water?" "You bet. There's a pump over there." The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in." "How about my friend here?" the woman gestured to her rat. "There should be a bowl by the pump," came the cheery reply. Woman and rat went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. She filled the bowl and took a long drink herself, then she gave some to her rat. When they were full, she put her rat back on her shoulder and walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them. "What do you call this place?" the traveler asked. "This is Heaven," was the reply. "Well, that's confusing," she said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too." "Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That was the gate to Hell." "Doesn't it make you angry for them to use your name like that?" "No," The man at the gate smiled. "I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would abandon their best friends."

	Don't Cry my friend Don't Cry my friend I am still here yet I only exist in the memories of those who loved me I only exist in the flame that thrives within your heart that keeps you going when you want to give up Don't Cry my friend I still remember you the summer and winter days hail and sleet that we spent together the times that are looked upon as the good days and the friendship we shared Don't Cry my friend we will meet again where there is no pain and bad feeling where we can play and be happy and where we are all rejuvenated , healthy and fit Don't Cry my friend you're with me now and now we can never be broken and we can play and be happy once again and where nobody can hurt us or break us apart

	Embers of the deceased A flame turns to embers the gauge turns to none once your love is true one day it will be gone No-one to hide it no-one to care that final tear seems to go nowhere Yet the flame burns brighter as the shadows come and the tear once shed is no longer gone but the cries of the deceased still a burden too heavy remember the good days , be happy and merry

The two poems above were written by a young boy called Jam.
They appear on this page with his kind permission.

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This page was last updated on 10/16/04