The Spirit of a Pomeranian Dog

I was standing on a hillside 
In a field of blowing wheat 
And the spirit of a pomeranian
Was lying at my feet. 

He looked at me with kind dark eyes 
An ancient wisdom shining through 
And in the essence of his being 
I saw love there too. 

His mind did lock upon my heart 
As I stood there on that day 
And he told me of this story 
About a place so far away. 

I stood upon that hillside 
In a field of blowing wheat
And in a twinkling of a second 
His spirit left my feet. 

His tale did put my heart at ease 
My fears did fade away
About what lay ahead of me 
On another distant day.

“I live among God’s creatures now 
In the heavens of your mind 
So do not grieve for me, my friend 
As I am with my kind. 

My collar is a rainbow’s hue 
My leash a shooting star 
My boundaries are the Milky Way 
Where I sparkle from afar. 

There are no pens or kennels here 
For I am not confined 
But free to roam God’s heavens 
Among my doggie kind. 

I nap the day on a snowy cloud 
Gentle breezes rocking me 
And dream the dreams of earthlings 
And how it used to be. 

The trees are full of liver treats 
And tennis balls abound 
And Milkbones line the walkways 
Just waiting to be found. 

There even is a ring set up 
The grass all lush and green 
And everyone who gaits around 
Becomes the Best of Breed. 

For we’re all winners in this place 
We have no faults, you see 
And God passes out those ribbons
To each one, even me. 

I drink from waters laced with gold 
My world a beauty to behold
And wise old dogs do form my pride 
To amble at my very side. 

At night I sleep in an angel’s arms 
Her wings protecting me 
And moonbeams dance about us 
As stardust falls on thee. 

So when your life on earth is spent 
And you stand at Heaven’s gate 
Have no fear of loneliness 
For here, you know I wait.” 

Author unknown