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A chariot of love – And – Prairie wolf – And – Still and silent I lie – And – The mist in the hollow

A CAR OF LOVE

Oh what does bring the winter snowdrift?

Two snuggled puppies in a red and green box.

In an old rusty blue baby carriage

They are gifts to greet again this Christmas

The cubs look out into the snow

To the house where the windows shine

Because in there, a girl and a boy

Wait for a promised gift of loving joy.

His treasure is adorned with a large red bow.

The same I wore a Christmas, a long time ago

When loving parents gave their children

Two rescued puppies whose lives they had saved

Gifts like these, gifts of life and love.

They are like the ones the Creator above gave us

On that first Christmas he was born in the night

A gift given: a child who would show us the light.

What treasure awaits you on Christmas Day?

What a gift from God to you, in the snow does put?

~ * Kathy Pippig

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COYOTE

There is a creature living

In the hills and the countryside.

Of strangers he is cautious,

from the unknown you can hide.

Though his kingdom grows smaller and smaller,

still patrolling it with pride,

‘Low the bright moon, softly padding

with his shadow by his side.

When the sun dips into twilight

the prairie wolf does give voice

through the darkness to the night sky,

Where the silver stars shine

~ * Kathy Pippig

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Still and silent I lie down

While my body, still and silent, lay,

I see you cry and I hear you pray.

But i’m not

while you caress my neck and face tenderly.

Your tears keep falling

Even after I left your hug

Know that now I am in another splendid place.

I am no longer tired or tormented by pain.

I am in a meadow on a plain warmed by the sun.

There are hills, flowers, rivers, and grassy glades.

Bright starry nights and beautiful sunny days.

I’m on the bridge to run and play.

And until you join me, this is where I’ll stay.

I loved you then, I love you now.

Although I live here, I will visit you from time to time.

You will feel me close and you will wonder how

I’ve been doing it since I got to the Bridge.

Well I’m doing as good as I can

And my love for you shines for eternity

I’ll see you when the time is right.

So please kiss my face and hold me tight.

And join me on our heavenly flight.

Together we will be forever

our love the bond that freed us.

Your beloved furkin (hairy member of the family).

~ * Kathy Pippig

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THE MIST IN THE HOLLOW

We have a cool fall morning

when the mist fills the glen

And the sun paints the sky amber red

fairies dance deep in the forest.

In a glen ‘half dewy grass

there is a man dressed in pictures

and his flutes are the song of the wind,

heard in the flash of a dream.

Refreshing cold is the fog

as it flows with the chorus of sad notes

of the lilting melody of the pipe.

Refreshing cold is the breeze

that weaves between the trees

And about the fog in the hole

~ * Kathy Pippig

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