The spirit of a Greyhound.
I was standing on a hillside
He looked at me with kind dark eyes,
His mind locked upon my heart
As I stood upon that hillside
His tale put my heart at ease;
"I live among God's creatures now
My collar is a rainbow's hue;
There are no pens or kennels here
I nap the day on a snowy cloud
The trees are full of liver treats,
There is even a ring set up,
For we're all winners in this place;
I drink from waters laced with gold,
At night I sleep in an angel's arms,
So when your life on earth is spent
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In a field of blowing wheat,
And the spirit of a Greyhound
Was lying at my feet.
Ancient wisdom shining through.
In the essence of his being,
I saw such love there too.
As I stood there on that day,
And he told me of this story
About a place so far away.
In a field of blowing wheat,
In a twinkling of a second
His spirit left my feet.
All my fears did fade away
About what lay ahead of me
On another distant day.
In the heavens of your mind,
So do not grieve for me my friend,
As I am with my kind.
My leash is a shooting star.
My boundaries are the Milky Way
Where I sparkle from afar.
For I am not confined,
But I'm free to roam God's heavens
Among the Greyhound kind.
Gentle breezes rocking me,
And dream the dreams of earthlings,
And how it used to be.
And tennis balls abound,
And milk bones line the walkways
Just waiting to be found.
The grass all lush and green;
And everyone who gaits around
Becomes the Best of Breed.
We have no faults, you see.
And God passes out those ribbons
To each one, even me.
My world a beauty to behold;
And wise old dogs form my pride
To amble at my very side.
Her wings protecting me,
And moonbeams dance about us
Just as stardust falls on thee.
And you stand at Heaven's gate,
Have no fear of loneliness--
For here, you know, I wait."