Quackers And Waddles

Quackers and Waddles xxx

Wings

Oh, to catch the winds of flight
And soar where eagles go
To leave the woes of troubled souls
Behind me far below
I'd listen to the song of birds
And sail in endless flight
Then chase the sun through cloudy paths
And play with the stars at night.

The boundless heavens for my home
The breeze to lift me high
To rise above my mortal bonds
And never have to die
Knowing I had found the way
To trails where angels trod
And when my wings could fly no more--
I'd take the hand of God.

C. David Hay

Sue Smith

April 27, 2011

QUACKERS AND WADDLES

THERE IS A NEW STAR SHINING IN THE SKY TONIGHT...
by Sarah Hartwell

There is an old belief that the stars shining in the night sky are the
spirits of those who have died. They have shed their earthly bodies and
exchanged them for bodies made of light; thousands upon thousands of our
dear departed friends all promoted to glory in the night sky. There is
another saying that the brightest flame burns the shortest.

My friend, you were the brightest star in my own universe. While I burn
on, my flame dimmed by grief and despair at your passing, the stars are
watching me. They are too far away for me to touch, just as you have
gone somewhere I cannot follow until my own star-time comes. They
cannot be held close for comfort, just as I can no longer hold you
close, though I held you close to comfort you in your final hours. We
were together for such a short time, but the stars will burn forever.

One day I will grow tired of this earthbound body, my own star-time will
come and my spirit will soar into the sky to burn with all those friends
who have gone before me. On the inky cloth of space we will be reunited
in constellations of joy. Until then, my flame burns low and dim and
cold without you. Through my tears I look upwards to see if you are
watching me and what do I see?

There is a new star shining in the sky tonight.

Sue Smith

October 7, 2009