I'll Paint You a Rainbow

                         I'll paint you a rainbow to hang on the wall,
                    To brighten your heart when the grey shadows fall.
                           On a canvas of joy outlasting the years,
                    With a soft brush of sweetness to dry all your tears.
                        I'll paint you a rainbow with colors of smiles
                           That glow with sincerity over the miles,
                         On a palette of words I will tenderly blend
                         Tones into treasures of sunlight and wind.
                        I'll paint you a rainbow that reaches so wide,
                      Your sighs and your sorrows will vanish inside,
                        And deep in the center of each different hue,
                          A memory fashioned especially for you.
                         So lift up your eyes, for suspended above,
                         A rainbow designed by the fingers of love.
                                      by Grace E. Easley

Please, God, if You should hear a scratch on Eden's Gate tonight,
                    A gentle whine, a muffled bark; have Peter take a light
                      And open up the Pearly Gates and call her Spirit in,
                For I think she lived in Heaven once; please take her back again.
                        She may have been a mongrel, without a pedigree,
                    Yet she was noble, kind and good; I think You will agree:
                    That she'll be very useful where the souls of children play.
                 She'll romp with them, and see; Dear God; they do not go astray.
                     Just tell her that we're sorry that we could not pat her head,
                          And whisper how we loved here 'ere her Spirit fled.
                I pray that when death beckons, and my soul surmounts life's fog,
                          I'll rate a place in Heaven, Dear God, beside our dog...
                                       Author Unknown

Farewell my humans,
                                       Yet not farewell,
                               Where I go, you too shall dwell.
                                 I am gone before your face,
                               A moment's time, a little space,
                           When you come where I have stepped,
                               You will wonder why you wept.
                                        by Edwin Arnold

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