| I have made this very special page filled with very special thoughts from some very special people I have met through my cockers. If you have some thoughts on loving a dog, please send them to me and I will place them in this Garden of Heart Songs. |
| After posting a note to you and THEN reading down thru the other mailings in your Guest Book, I just wanted to add a thought for all those people whose hearts ache so much for the pet 'friends' amd 'children' they've lost. My bride of 45 years and I have lost many beautiful dogs over the years, with the last three being cockers, as well as a wonderful son of 13 years. I can honestly tell you that that aching and emptiness of loss within you for a dog that owned your heart is no less intense than that of your own child. Both of them are total innocence and unquestioning loyalty. Both look at you as though you could move mountains for them, and both rely on you to protect and hold them close to you, but in the end, our love can't protect them from the inevitable and we can only try to go on with our lives in the knowledge that everything in life has a price and, unfortunately, the price of love is sorrow. Irregardless of the teaching learned theology, my believe is that dogs have a soul and they await us to once again be at our side to enjoy the sunshine, the companionship and the MUTUAL love and trust. The proof of this is that God could not possibly create a creature of such magnificence, devotion and undying faithfulness without giving him the requirement needed for eternal love. Author: Martin Pisano |
| The pleasure in meeting was ours because you AND your family are all special people and only God knows how many lives you have affected in a postive manner. Thanks for the compliment on writing, but easy to write 'cause what I said is true. My family knows that I've fought with depression for years and in times of sorrow it's as though I'm compelled to put the hurt on paper to transfer it away from me and onto something able to hold it and absorb the suffering. My point to the posting was that sorrow doesn't know the difference between human being and animal companion. Just as love is love to all humans, in our hearts and minds, sorrow is sorrow and it doesn't differentiate by class or gender or species. It truly isn't fair that dogs have such a very short life span comparatively to ours, and their leaving us behind causes such massive pain within us, and yet, we go back time after time, seeking another companion, willing to risk that terrible experience of hurt all over again. Once a dog has been inside your heart, you are incomplete without that tail wagging, head cocked to one side, ears always listening for the rustling sound of the 'treats' jar lid, bundle of energy beside you. He'll gladly lay at your feet, but I think secretly he's laughing inside in the knowledge that you, in fact, are the captive. Take care. Our best to your husband and children. Author: Martin Pisano |
Heart Songs~
A Dream of Eternal Ink Author Unknown I dreamed I was in heaven where an angel kept God's book. He was writing so intently I just had to take a look. It was not, at first, his writing that made me stop and think But the fluid in the bottle that was marked ETERNAL INK. This ink was most amazing, dark black upon his blotter But as it touched the parchment it became as clear as water. The angel kept on writing, but as quickly as a wink The words were disappearing with that strange ETERNAL INK. The angel took no notice, but kept writing on and on. He turned each page and filled it till all its space was gone. I thought he wrote to no avail, his efforts were so vain For he wrote a thousand pages that he'd never read again. And as I watched and wondered that this awesome sight was mine, I actually saw a word stay black as it dried upon the line. Again the angel wrote and I saw a look of satisfaction. At last he had some print to show for all his earnest action. A line or two dried dark and stayed as black as black can be, But strangely the next paragraph became invisible to see. The book was getting fuller, the angel's records true, But most of it was blank, with so few words coming through. I knew there was some reason, but as hard as I could think, I couldn't grasp the significance of that ETERNAL INK. The mystery burned within me, and I finally dared to ask The angel to explain to me of his amazing task. And what I heard was frightful as the angel turned his head. He looked directly at me, and this is what he said... I know you stand and wonder at what my writing's worth But God has told me to record the lives of those on earth. The book that I am filling is an accurate account Of every word and action and to what they do amount. And since you have been watching I must tell you what is true; The details of my journal are the strict accounts of YOU. The Lord asked me to watch you as each day you worked and played. I saw you as you went to church, I saw you as you prayed. But I was told to document your life through all the week. I wrote when you were proud and bold, I wrote when you were meek. I recorded all your attitudes, whether they were good or bad. I was sorry that I had to write the things I knew would make God sad. But now I'll tell the wonder of this ETERNAL INK, And the reason for its mystery should make you stop and think. This ink that God created to help me keep my journal Will only keep a record of those things that are eternal. So much of life is wasted on things that matter not So instead of my erasing, smudging ink to ugly blots I keep writing faithfully and the ink will do the rest For it is able to decide what's useless and also what is best. And God ordained that as I write of all you do and say Your deeds that count for nothing will simply fade away. Someday, when the books are opened, as sure as heaven’s true; The Lord's ETERNAL INK reveals what mattered most to you. If you just lived to please yourself the pages will be bare, And God will issue no reward for you when once you do get there. In fact, you'll be embarrassed and will hang your head in shame Because you failed to give yourself in love to Jesus' Name. Yet maybe there will be a few recorded lines that stayed That showed the times you truly cared, sincerely loved or prayed. But you will always wonder, as you enter heaven's door, How much more glad you would have been if only you'd done more. For I record as God sees, I don't stop to even think Because the truth is written with God's ETERNAL INK. When I heard the angel's story I fell down, sobbed and cried For as yet I still was dreaming, I hadn't really died. And I said: O angel tell the Lord that as soon as I awake I'll live my life for Jesus name - I'll do all for His dear sake. I'll give in full surrender; I'll do all He wants me to; I'll turn my back on self and sin and whatever isn't true. And though the way seems long and rough I promise to endure. I'm determined to pursue the things that to the Lord are pure. With Jesus by my side, I will live my life for Thee, For I know I’ll be with Christ through all eternity. And that's what really matters when my life on earth is gone That I’ll stand before the Lord to hear Him say, “Well done”. For is it really worth it as my soul lies at the brink, And I realize that God keeps books with His ETERNAL INK? Should all my life be focused on things that turn to dust? From this point on I'll serve my Lord; I can, I will, I must! I will not send blank pages up to God's majestic throne For where that record's kept is my eternal home. I'm giving all to Jesus, as now I’ve seen the link, For I saw an angel write my life with God's ETERNAL INK. May we always remember that Jesus paid it all...and there is nothing we can do to earn eternal life. We do good works because of what He already did for us...not to earn our way to heaven. Such beautiful words should be credited to a brilliant author, but unfortunately I found it quite by accident and am unable to find who wrote this poetry. I wish I'd been granted the ability to create such beauty, but alas, it wasn't to be. Hope you enjoyed this as much as I do. Marty To my friends Jerry and Sonya, we honor each other in our differences and our understanding of one another. Thank you for helping to teach me your faith. Sue ~ I hope all my four legged friends are written in the book beside my name!! |
Hi Sue~
Sure wish I was in the market for a puppy. Your new litters (plural) are
probably as beautiful as all their predecessors. Hope you are well and the
family is doing terrific. God bless all of you my friend - Marty
PS attached new pic of Noah. Can't even begin to explain how much we love
him. He's so good natured and obedient. I just read a book by Carlo De Vito
about his experiences with a dog named Exley and how he loved him and
grew with him. Both of them sharing a behavior and learning experience.
One of the quotes in his book that I really loved had to do with the sudden
depth of love he felt for the dog and it went something like this "....the depth of
a friendship has no correlation to the length of the acquaintance." How true
that is when you think of how quickly and completely a dog enters your heart
to remain there forever. And we never forget a single one of these animals
who have paraded thru our lives to make us whole. Until you've had a dog
own you, you don't even realize that part of you is missing and cannot be
found until that nose nuzzles your hand and you unconscientously begin
stroking his head.
Sure wish I was in the market for a puppy. Your new litters (plural) are
probably as beautiful as all their predecessors. Hope you are well and the
family is doing terrific. God bless all of you my friend - Marty
PS attached new pic of Noah. Can't even begin to explain how much we love
him. He's so good natured and obedient. I just read a book by Carlo De Vito
about his experiences with a dog named Exley and how he loved him and
grew with him. Both of them sharing a behavior and learning experience.
One of the quotes in his book that I really loved had to do with the sudden
depth of love he felt for the dog and it went something like this "....the depth of
a friendship has no correlation to the length of the acquaintance." How true
that is when you think of how quickly and completely a dog enters your heart
to remain there forever. And we never forget a single one of these animals
who have paraded thru our lives to make us whole. Until you've had a dog
own you, you don't even realize that part of you is missing and cannot be
found until that nose nuzzles your hand and you unconscientously begin
stroking his head.
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