A Poem for Bridge Babies

  
Willie

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Purred: Mon Dec 15, '08 12:20pm PST 
This was posted by Dale Bo in another forum - I'm hoping it will help those who are missing a special Bridge baby this holiday season.

As the midnight hour approaches on Christmas Eve, a tremendous
celebration begins. If you listen closely you will hear the exuberant
sound of Bridgekids preparing for the remarkable moment that comes but
once a year. Puppies romp through the tall green grass, chasing
butterflies and rolling over and over until fits of giggles bring them
to a tumbling stop. The volume increases as kittens, cats, tigers and
lions purr in pure delight while the wings of snow white doves gently
caress the air. The babbling brook that runs beneath Rainbow Bridge
overflows onto the edge of mossy banks and fins of treasured aquatic
life quiver in anticipation of this most joyous event. Nestled in the
midst of this happy choir of Bridgekids are the littlest angel tots
staring in awe at the majestic Christmas tree adorned with flowing
strands of angel hair. Effervescent, twinkling stars seesaw elegantly
from the sky and land in glorious harmony upon the stoic limbs of
Heaven's most perfect Christmas tree. Swaying to and fro in nearby
rocking chairs are grandmothers, grandfathers, parents, aunts, uncles
and loved ones - the sound of their whispered lullabies permeate the air
as they sing to tiny angel babies resting quietly in their arms.

Like magic the clock approaches midnight and a great stirring is heard
in the distance. Each Bridgekid stops and listens, knowing the time is
near, and they choose a fleecy cloud on which to snuggle. The roar of
purrs drops to barely an audible hum, the babbling brook ripples
hypnotically and the flutter of downy feathered wings fall silent.
Heaven's spirited toddlers climb expectantly upon the laps of angels
while babies coo in tranquil unison.


Amidst the warm glow of candle light which rises from the earth below,
the arms of the Loving Spirit envelop the heavens and into the precious
hands of each child and in front of each animal a holy gift is placed.
With grand exuberance the ribbons are removed and left to fly on a
tender breeze where they dissolve into showers of angel dust. As the
golden lids of these heavenly gifts are raised, an amazing aura fills
the sky, reaching down to the very core of the earth. Ascending from
each and every box is the greatest gift of all unending, unconditional,
all-encompassing love. This blessed love gently wraps itself around the
cherished souls of heaven, warming their hearts with beacons of radiant
light and bringing forth from angels an exquisite chorus. As the clock
strikes midnight the distance between heaven and earth is vanished and
it is at this very moment on Christmas Eve that the Loving Spirit, His
children, angels and Bridgekids send a message to their earthly loved
ones on the wings of this unbridled love.


Listening carefully with an open heart we will hear the familiar voice
of our own angel whisper softly into our ear their Christmas
message..."Let me share with you this love of mine, always and forever.
When you need me know that I am here. I have not left you for I am in
your heart where I belong. Our love is eternal as is the brilliant glow
of candle light which illuminates the path to the heavens and Rainbow
Bridge. I wait patiently as do you for our inevitable and glorious
reunion. I love you, I love you, I love you."

Willie