Monday, October 26, 2015

A Tribute to My Dog in the Hereafter

By Cal Orey

“The universe, I'd learned, was never, ever kidding. It would take whatever it wanted and it would never give it back.” 
― Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

Simon, a dear canine companion
A true gentleman, my muse
my best friend, my rock
May 28, 2003- October 23, 2015

A POEM FOR THE GRIEVING...

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, 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,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die...





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