For the little ones that have gone from our
lives, but never from our hearts. Fly high and free at rainbow bridge.
Unlike most days at Rainbow Bridge, This day dawned
cold and gray, damp as a swamp and as dismal as could be imagined.
All the recent arrivals were confused and concerned. They had no idea what
to think for they had never experienced a day like this before. But the
birds who had spent some time waiting for their beloved people knew exactly
what was happening and began to gather at the pathway leading to the Bridge
They knew this was something special.
too long before an elderly bird came into view, head hung heavy and low with
tail feathers dragging along the ground. The other birds on the
pathway...the ones who had been at Rainbow Bridge For a while... knew the
story of this sad creature immediately. They had seen it happen far to many
Although it was obvious the bird's heart was leaden and
he was totally overcome with emotional pain and hurt, there was no sign of
injury or any illness. Unlike the birds waiting at the Bridge, this bird had
not been restored to his prime. He was full of neither health nor vigor. He
approached slowly and painfully, watching all the birds who were by now
watching him. He knew he was out of place here. This was no resting place
for him. He felt instinctively that the sooner he could cross over, the
happier he would be. But alas, as he came closer to the Bridge, his way was
barred by the appearance of an Angel who spoke softly to the old bird and
apologized sorrowfully, telling him that he would not be able to pass. Only
those birds who were with their special people could pass over the Rainbow
Bridge. And he had no special beloved people....not here at the Bridge nor
on earth below.
With no place else to turn, the poor elderly
bird looked toward the fields before the Bridge. There, in a separate area
nearby, he spotted a group of other sad-eyed birds like himself...elderly,
infirm or unloved. Unlike the birds waiting for their special people, these
birds weren't playing, but simply lying on the green grass, forlornly and
miserably staring out at the pathway leading to the Bridge. The recent
arrival knew he had no choice but to join them. And so, he took his place
among them, just watching the pathway and waiting.
One of the newest
arrivals at the Bridge, who was waiting for his special people, could not
understand what he had just witnessed and asked one of the birds who had
been there for some time to explain it to him.
That poor bird was a
rescue, sent to the rescue when his owner grew tired of him. They way you
see him now, with dirty feathers and sad, cloudy eyes, was exactly the way
he was when he was given to the rescue.
He never, ever made it out
and passed on only with the love and comfort that the rescuers could give
him as he left his miserable and unloved existence on Earth for good.
Because he had no family or special person to give his love, he has nobody
to escort him across the Bridge.
The first bird thought about this
for a minute and then asked, "So what will happen now?"
As he was
about to receive his answer, the clouds suddenly parted and the all-invasive
gloom lifted. Coming toward the Bridge could be seen a single figure...a
person who, on Earth, had seemed quite ordinary...a person who, just like
the elderly bird, had just left Earth forever.
This figure turned
toward a group of the sad birds and extended outstretched palms. The
sweetest sounds they had ever heard echoed gently above them and all were
bathed in a pure and golden light.
Instantly, each was young and healthy
again, just as they had been in the prime of life.
From within the
gathering of birds waiting for their special people, a group of birds
emerged and moved toward the pathway. As they came close to the passing
figure, each bowed low and each received a tender touch. Their eyes grew
even brighter as the figure softly murmured each name. Then, the newly
restored birds fell into line behind the figure and quietly followed this
person to the Bridge, where they all crossed together.
arrival who had been watching, was amazed. "What happened?"
was a rescuer," came the answer. That person spent a lifetime trying to help
birds of all kinds. The ones you saw bowing in respect were those who found
new homes because of such unselfish work.
They will cross when their
families arrive. Those you saw restored were ones who never found homes.
When a rescuer arrives, they are permitted to perform one, final act of
rescue. They are allowed to escort those poor birds that couldn't place on
Earth across the Rainbow Bridge.
You see, all birds are special to
them, just as they are special to all birds."
"I think I like
rescuers," said the recent arrival.
"So does God," was the reply.
My view of Rainbow Bridge
this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When a bird dies that
has been especially close to someone here, that bird goes to the Rainbow
Bridge. At the Rainbow bridge, there are meadows, hills and beautiful trees
of all kinds where all our special friends can fly and climb, hang and flap,
hop and run, jump and play, squark and squeal and sing together.
There is plenty of good food, including grapes and nuts, ice cream and
cheese, spaghetti and especially lots of pizza. There is crystal clear water
in brooks and springs are filled with water as well as every kind of
delicious fresh fruit juice.
One warm spring even runs full of the
coffee they can now drink their fill of without hearing a single no-no.
There is a lot of glorious sunshine and sweet warm rain when they want it
and our friends are warm and comfortable and totally at peace.
the birds that had been ill or old are restored to health and vigour and to
their natural incredible beauty. Their feathers shine, their wing feathers
are whole and their eyes gleam once again with vitality. Those who were
hurt, maimed, ignored, or broken-hearted are made whole again, just as we
remember them in our dreams of days gone by.
The birds are happy and
content. Except for one small thing: they each miss someone very special to
them who had to be left behind when the bird returned home. Still they all
fly and play happily and safely and noisily together: even the grouchiest
greys and orneriest senegal, the tiniest finches and the grandest macaws
But the day comes for each bird when he suddenly stops and looks far
into the distance. His body freezes and his bright eyes are intent as he
watches and listens in silence. Suddenly he begins to fly from the group,
soaring over the green grass, his wings flapping harder and harder!
You have been spotted - and he shrieks to you and then calls your name and
his own and cries again and again, as he rushes towards you. When you and
your bird finally meet, you cling to each other in joyous reunion, knowing
you will never be parted again.
Your face and your fingers and even
your toes are covered with beak nibbles and soft ecstatic kisses. Your hair
is preened by that special beak, and his head bends under your fingers to
invite your touch. Your hands again find their way under beloved wings, to
caress the downy softness beneath.
You look once more into the
trusting eyes of your companion, so long from your physical life on earth
but never for an instant absent from your heart. Your tears of joy are
gently brushed away by those beloved wings and feeling immersed once more in
total contentment and love, you and your beloved companion cross the Rainbow