This poem was inspired by a question posed by a man in a newsletter. He wondered and hoped he would see his pet again. This is why I believed he would.
 

The Eyes of Love

When our pets leave us
They may come around
In a spiritual form
This I have found
For in my dream
Monty came back
Tho' I couldn't see him
He made pointed contact
He let me know clearly
This is how it would be
Without physical vision
We'd be able to see
Death kills not Love
As it shall patiently wait
Times passes quickly
Tho' sorrow seems great
The Kingdom be restored
The animals always knew
They try to show us the Way
The Book of Thomas is true
And for every human touched
By these Angels of Light
There's celebrating in Heaven
When that Soul does take flight
Out of the body of bondage
Go the heart and Old Soul
Eyes of Love pass wide open
As Jesus foretold.

 
   Ciera S. Louise c. January 10, 2006