The Ridge

A poem from Carol and Charlie...in her words:

What a day yesterday was... My eyes may never be the same. Today, I needed to write of joy - The joy of reunion. "The Ridge" is written from one kitty's point of view. In my vision of the bridge, the kitties are gathered by the bridge, happy and playing, sleeping and petted by He who created them. There they stay watching for when their human's come over the "ridge" from earth towards the bridge.

It’s been such a lovely summer, I’ve been napping in the sun.

This morning, other cats and I enjoyed a long long run.

We chased butterflies together.  I climbed high into a tree.

 And now I think what woke me up was that small bumble bee.

I’ve yawned and stretched, and still I feel that something has begun.

He’s standing there in robes of white, and telling me to come.

I always run to Him you know, when He comes across the bridge

To see if we’re all having fun and if we’ve checked the ridge.

He gives tummy rubs to all of us and pets and cuddles too

I’m glad to see Him every day, when He comes into view.

Each day He takes a different cat, and chats with them a while

Then off that kitty starts to run.  I swear they seem to smile.

But now He’s stopped in front of me.  He’s said a name I know.

He said to look out towards the ridge.  The sun is setting low.

I start to walk out toward the ridge, and then what’s that I see.

IT’S YOU!  IT’S YOU!  It’s really you.  You’ve come to be with me!

My goodness you are running and I am running too!

You stop to bend, but I can jump and now I am with you.

I feel your kisses on my head, as I did in long off days

You’re holding me and hugging me, and into your eyes I gaze.

And now He’s walking with us, as you carry me once more

We’ve crossed the bridge together.  We’re here at Heaven’s door.

And He has held it open, and told us to walk through

That from now on and forever, I can always be with you.

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