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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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How does it end? About 2/3 through I got something in my eye.
What every deployed person with a dog feels like when Mom’s front door opens.
-Seen it. As he said. “Home is heaven when you’re out.”
Man, I hope so. See you soon, Nikki.
I think so. See you soon, Cody Boy >3
I guess I’ll be getting there in a little while. Getting near on to 80 now. Got me to thinking about the dogs in my life. I lose count after about 15 or so. If the video is real, and I sure hope it is, It’s going to be a big party.
At the final judgement and resurrection, the Saints, in their physical bodies, will repopulate a reconstructed Eden, an actual, physical, purified Earth. The new Eden will contain all plants and animals of the old one, even dinosaursk, and you get your old dogs and cats back.
At least that was the original Christian belief. Somehow it has been replaced by a purely spiritual Heaven, which of course would have no place for animals without souls.
Bob,
All good things come from Him. It would be completely reasonable to be with all that we loved.
I have not considered it prior, but it would be great to see Cinnamon, our perfect German Sheppard.
The deceased that we will be reunited with will be those that we had a true love for or deep emotional connection. Emotion seems to be the key to this reunion. Animals and people will be there. Many relationships will not be revisited as there is no real connection, including so called love relationships, marriages, etc. There won’t be a lot of teeth gnashing over events on planet earth, good or bad. It will seem as if we got off a train at the wrong location, fooled around for a while, and got back on to go home.
When my youngest was around 7 years old, I had to console her, because her Sunday school teacher had assured all the children that there would be no reuniting with pets in Heaven, because pets have no souls. She cried herself into quite an inconsolable puddle in my arms. I assured her that pets do wait for us in Heaven. I explained that if God had created all the creatures of the earth and provides for even the little sparrows in the fields, as we are told He does in the Bible, then He would certainly have our dear departed pets waiting for us there. I believe that Hell will have a special room for those adults who take perverse pleasure in smashing out the light of life and joy in children’s souls. Recently, my elderly mom has found great comfort in talking about departed family, friends, and pets that she will soon be reunited with. Our pets are glimpses of pure Heavenly love here on earth. They are my little angels that have taught me many of life’s lessons.
I cannot imagine Heaven without the animals who lived here along with us. I’ve known a lot of great dogs and especially a lot of great horses in my life and I have this idea that if I get there I’d like the Lord to come riding up with my beloved grand parents, all on our old ranch horses and put me right back with my beloved old buckskin mustang cowpony, Roy.
I have four cats already waiting for me in the heavenly stadium reserved for all NL fans: two Phillies cats, a Mets kitty, and the Pirates Queen. A number of theologians from Martin Luther to Helmut Thielicke to C.S. Lewis believed that humans will meet their pets again in heaven; FWIW, three of the four Doctors of the Latin Church (Ambrose, Jerome, and Gregory the Great) are known to have had pet cats. To h-ll with ignorant Sunday School teachers; the ones I had as a kid were much better than the one Annie Rose mentioned. One of them had the wisdom to say that if Jesus didn’t love animals, why did John the Baptist point to Him (John 1:29) as the Lamb of God?
Last week Sarah Hoyt posted an account of the passing of her cat Greebo, titled “They’re Serving Tuna in Valhalla Tonight.” Greebo was a mighty warrior cat who fought off feral toms when he was just a kitten; amputated a fox’s tail on one occasion; and chased off a fugitive that the cops were pursuing. “I heard a war cry from Greebo, and a scream, and a guy ran out the backdoor, with Greebo on his head, yowling and tearing him up. The neighbors said, he just ran in the middle of the street, and gave himself up. Greebo came back, strutting, and we fed him well that night.”
The rest of Greebo’s saga is here: https://accordingtohoyt.com/2020/07/20/theyre-serving-tuna-in-valhalla-tonight/
Be prepared to find something in your eye.
If not to be with those we loved, human or animal, what’s a Heaven for?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hunt_(The_Twilight_Zone)
You’ve made me think of the few dogs I’ve had the pleasure to be master to. Chipper, Thor, Pepperpot, Large Marge… I’m sure there will be more.
You also reminded me of a poem I think I read here, ‘The House Dog’s Grave’. It ends with:
You were never masters, but friends.
I was your friend.?I loved you well, and was loved.
Deep love endures
To the end and far past the end.
If this is my end,?I am not lonely.
I am not afraid. I am still yours.