by Carole Miller

 

THE BREATH OF OUR PETS

MAY WE FEEL THE BREATH OF OUR PETS

AGAINST OUR HEART AND COMFORTING BREAST.

FOR WHEN THEY ARE SMALL AND NOT VERY TALL,

MAY WE CRADLE AND LOVE THEM TO BECKON OUR CALL.

MAY WE FEEL THE BREATH OF OUR PETS

AS THEY MATURE AND GIVE LOVE AT THEIR BEST.

FOR WHEN THEY ARE GROWN AND LEARN HOW TO ROAM,

MAY WE SMILE AND GIVE HUGS IN THEIR RETURN TO OUR HOME

MAY WE FEEL THE BREATH OF OUR PETS

AS THEY GROW OLD AND DESIRE TO REST.

FOR WHEN THEY SHOW SIGNS OF AGE AND ARE IN GREAT PAIN,

MAY WE ADD COMFORT TO THEM WITH NOTHING MORE TO GAIN

MAY WE FEEL THE BREATH OF OUR PETS

WHEN THEY ARE RELEASED TO GOD'S HOLY NEST.

FOR NOW OUR PETS STAND BESIDE HIM AS THEY PATIENTLY WAIT,

MAY WE SOON MEET THEM AGAIN AT THE EDGE OF HEAVEN'S GATE.

MAY WE FEEL THE BREATH OF OUR PETS

WHEN SOON IN JOYOUS REUNION WE CREST.

FOR WITH GOD'S HOLY HANDS HE CREATES A CALMING-LIKE BREEZE

MAY OUR HEARTS OF HEAVY BURDEN SO EVER GENTLY EASE

WHEN YOU FEEL THE WINDS BLOWING IN THE SKY ABOVE,

THE BREATH OF OUR PETS IS THERE TO COMFORT.

BY GOD'S HOLY HANDS THEY HAVE SUPPLIED

A MITTEN OF LOVE THROUGH HIS GENTLE EXHALATION.

POEM BY

CAROLE A. MILLER

IN REMEMBRANCE OF ALL OUR BELOVED PETS

Carole Miller