Rainbow Bridge


 

By the edge of the woods, at the foot of a hill
Is a lush green meadow where time stands still.
Where the friends of man and woman do run,
When their time on earth is over and done. For here between this world and the next,
Is a place where each beloved creature finds rest.
On this golden land they wait and they play,
Till the Rainbow Bridge they cross one day. For they do not suffer, in pain or sadness,
For here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness,
Their limbs are restored, their health renewed,
Their bodies have been healed, with strength imbued.

 

 

 

They romp through the grass, without even a care,
Until one day they start and sniff the air.
All ears prick forward, eyes dart front & back,
Then all of a sudden, one breaks from the pack. For just at that instant, their eyes have met,
Together again, both person and pet.
So they run to each other, these friends from long past,
The time of their parting is over at last. The sadness they felt while they were apart,
Has turned into joy one more in each heart.
They embrace with a love that will last forever,
And then, side-by-side, they cross over … together.

 

 

@ 1998 Steve and Dian Bodofsky

In Loving Memory of Hope