ANGELS WITH FUR
An angel is born,
It’s wings turn to fur,
They touch the hardest of hearts
With barks and purrs.
They live to give you cuddles,
And guard you all night through,
To bring you happiness and love,
To come live with you.
Uplifting darkest times,
Bringing laughter to your door,
With crazy antics,
Wanting more, more, more.
As they watch over you,
Reporting straight to God,
For Angels are among us,
Named Chloe, Benson, Duffy and Splodge.
As you climb together
Your paths eventually part
For fur assignments
Must return to Devine love.
So through tears, fears and sorrows,
You let your friend pass,
Thinking their lost forever,
Into the land above.
But stop look back at all time spent,
And you will see with some glee,
Where they carried you,
And you carried thee.
For Devine essence of Angels
Always exist in the beyond,
Where they wait and contemplate,
The meaning of life and love.
For they lead you forward,
As many have done before,
Until the day, when your pathway
Has you knocking on their door.
By Patricia Hutchings
(Inspired Writing – 21 March 2005 –
Dedicated to Duffy RIP)
| Patricia Hutchings |