Our paths will cross for only a short time,
but while you are in my care I will be devoted to you.
If memories of your former life are painful, I will help erase them.
No longer will you hunger and I will help you to heal your wounds.
If your former life was good, I will promise you an even better future.
One day our time together will come to an end
and you will go off to your new home, healthy, happy, and healed.
As a parting gift, I will give you a piece of my heart to remember me by.
I may shed a tear...not for my loss, but for your gain.
Perhaps our paths may cross again for a fleeting instant
and I will be comforted by the aura of love that surrounds you.
There will always be a bond between us,
though we walk sepeate paths through this life.
After we reach our heavenly reward our paths may cross again.
You may try to return the piece of my heart
with thanks for all that I did for you
I will tell you to keep it and thank you
for showing me that I could be better
than I thought I could be,
and that I learned in giving came the greatest gifts.
The pieces of our hearts are like grains of sand.
They are pulled along a current beyond our control
until they come together and form a safe haven.
I, like you, came to understand what it meant to be saved.
For all Adopters...
Twelve years ago this heavy chain
Became the world I knew
Rapidly the dust replaced
The space where grass once grew
At first I cried from lonliness
I haven't cried in years
I gave that up to hopelessness
They never see my tears.
When winter comes I dream of spring
As I shiver through the night
My water freezes into ice
While my world turns into white
When summer comes I long for fall
The sun is unforgiving
As my water quickly disappears
So does my thirst for living.
The circle of dirt beneath my feet
Has seen a million paces
As I have watched pass by me
At least a thousand faces
All of them too busy
To stop and be a friend
I'd pull and tug and wag my tail
The chain would always end.
Twelve years ago this rusty chain
Became the worls I know
A worls of isolation
A world where grass won't grow
A world of bitter coldness
A world of searing heat
A world where no one comforts you
When your heart beats it's last beat.
The Pieces Of My Heart (On Fostering) By Jim Willis
My World...
Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked in my warm ne bed,
I'd like to open my baggage
Lest I forget.
There is so much to carry--
So much to regret.
Hmm...Yes, there it is, right on the top--
Let's unpack lonliness, heartache and loss,
And there by mt leash hide fear and shame.
As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave--
I still have to unpack my baggage called pain.
I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
But I wasn't good enough--for they didn't want me.
Will you add to my baggage?
Will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things
And take me right back?
Do you have the time to help me unpack--
To put away my baggage,
To never re-pack?
I pray that you do--I'm so tired, you see,
But I do come with baggage--
Will you still want me?
