The Spirit of a Greyhound I was standing on a hillside in a field of blowing wheat, And the spirit of a Greyhound was lying at my feet. He looked at me with kind dark eyes, ancient wisdom shining through. In the essence of his being, I saw such love there too. His mind locked upon my heart, as I stood there on that day, And he told me of this story about a place so far away. As I stood upon that hillside, in a field of blowing wheat, In a twinkling of a second, his spirit left my feet. His tale put my heart at ease; all 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 is 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 I'm free to roam God's heavens, among the Greyhound 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 milk bones line the walkways, just waiting to be found There is even 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 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, just 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
