*L. Marie Crane copyright 1998
Those we have loved,
Though now beyond our view,
Have given form and
substance to our being.
And they live on,
Unfailingly feeding our hearts
and our imagination,
Until the sense of their presence
Becomes greater than their absence.
The day began, a rather ordinary day, if any day can be said to be 'ordinary',
off from work. A friend asked that I bring her some equipment that she needed,
and then we would go for a drive. I had 'felt' Echo's nearness that day for
some unknown reason, and a sense, that somewhere out there... she had an angel
with a dove for me, I just had to find it.
We drove about an hour from home, and stopped at a neat place, that had all
sorts of great thing, beautiful clothing, nick-knacks ,and other neat things,
but prices were rather high, plus. There was no angel with a dove.
On to the next stop, there, I found a great little candle, for Angel,
my little stillborn Bridge Angel, but not the angel with the dove.
Finally at our third and final stop. there she was!!!!!!
A pewter Candlestick-holder, with a beautiful angel, holding a dove,
I said to my friend, I just 'knew' that I would find this today,
though I must admit a part of me was ready to give up. When I found her.
After dinner, on our way home, we neared the cemetery where my dear friend's
mother was laid to rest, last February. As we approached the cemetery
a rainbow began to develop across the sky, and completed its arc
just as we passed the cemetery. It seemed as though the rainbow was there,
just for us, as we drove beneath it, We both felt Echo and my friend's mother
very near, as if they were trying to let us know, they await us,
just the other side of that rainbow.
My friend's mom has always made her appearances to us from the 'other side',
in the form of eagles. As if to end a perfect day, as we drove on toward my
friend's home, to our amazement, over the field, flying low,
was a beautiful eagle!!! Thus confirming that we were truly
'touched by our Angels' that day.
Native American Prayer
I give you this one thought to keep
I am with you still, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
When you waken in mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush of
Quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone
I am with you still, in each new dawn.
Think of this place called Rainbow’s Bridge,
And the wondrous glory there.
A silent shadow looks down from a ridge,
And stands on edge your hair.
What is this wondrous graceful sound I hear,
That whispers to me on the breeze?
It is a sound that whispers peace,
And fills my heart with ease.
Is this my love that comes to me,
And whispers on the breeze?
It seems to say feel not guilt,
Listen to my whispers please.
Daddy, mommy, I Love You,
Forever and one day.
In your heart feel not blue,
Just listen to what I say.
I speak to you with sounds of love,
From high upon this ridge.
I wait for you to come above,
I’m happy at Rainbow Bridge.