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 a diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush;
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
AT RAINBOW BRIDGE
There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth.
It is called the
Rainbow Bridge because of its many colors.
Just this side of the
Rainbow Bridge, there is a land of meadows,
hills and valleys with
lush green grass.
When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place.
There is always food and water and warm Spring weather.
Those old
and frail animals are young again.
Those who have been maimed are
made whole again.
They play all day with each other.
Some of them here by the Bridge are different.
These pets were
beaten, starved, tortured, and unloved.
They watch wistfully as their
friends leave one by one,
to cross the bridge with their special person.
For them there is no one, no special one.
Their time on earth did not
give them one.
But one day, as they run and play,
they notice someone standing by
the road to the bridge.
This person wistfully watches the reunions of
friends,
for during life, this person had no pet.
This person was
beaten, starved, tortured, and unloved.
Standing there alone, one of the unloved pets approaches,
curious as
to why this one is alone.
And as the unloved pet and the unloved
person get nearer to each other,
a miracle occurs, for these are the
ones who were meant to be together,
the special person and the
beloved pet who never had the chance to meet while on Earth.
Finally, now, at the edge of the Rainbow Bridge, their souls meet,
the
pain and the sorrow disappears, and two friends are together.
They cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to be separated.