If When I Get To Heaven

If when I get to heaven and I find no creatures there. My grief will feel like here on earth: my heart still know despair. For pets are what sustain me when living lets me down, Turning grey days into sunshine: coaxing laughter from a frown. No sadness is what’s Heaven: no pain, no greed, no hate. But oh there’d be such lonliness without pets round the gate. And how could it be Heaven without our creature friends? The ones who never left our side when we were left by men. And would it seem like Heaven without a bark or two: Wagging tails and liquid eyes from canine friends of me and you? And what about those felines who slept near, like soft, warm balls Then purred us into restful sleep, while not asking much at all? We know there is a Heaven, for He has told us so. It’s filled with many mansions where those who love Him go. Inside those many mansions are rooms prepared by Him: Wondrous places we will share, along with our good friends. Included in those friends we love, not only you and me, But creatures who sat by our side and served us faithfully. There must be room in heaven for all creatures great and small, As written in that old time verse; *The Good Lord loves them all. © 2015 Diane Lefebvre *All Things Wise And Wonderful, Circa 1848 by Cecil Frances Humphreys Alexander