HEAVEN'S BRANDING by Janet Parkhurst copyright © 1995 I dreamed one night I stood before the pearly gates, Would I know my loved ones there? Some debate. St. Peter was my guide as we toured this holy place, I longed to see them all and searched each peaceful face. We saw a crew of cowboys, roundin' up the heavenly herd. One rode out ahead, his horse he gently spurred. He sat tall in the saddle, I could tell he was respected. The cattle corraled quite easily, as calmly he directed My Dad was riding there. The cattle were quickly sorted; runaway calves were roped. I searched the faces for others I knew, it was as I had hoped. He stood with others gathered 'round, the story that he told Had brought laughter to each face as the tale did unfold. My husband was laughing there. The branding fire was started, each cowboy took his place. The work was done methodically, it portrayed a kind of grace. From the back of a pickup two little cowpokes were taking it all in. I heard the deepest laugh from one; I just had to grin. My son was wathcing there. Heelers, wrestlers, branders, they all did their job with ease. Work turned to pleasure, that's what it was for these. A little girl rode up, blonde hair blowin' in the wind, Sparkling eyes lit up as though she'd seen a long lost friend. My daughter was smiling there. The work was soon completed, to the big ranch house they rode. A feast was waiting there, complete with pie a la mode. A genteel woman rang the bell and hollered "come 'n' dine." She welcomed each one with a smile as they formed a dinner line. My Mom was serving there. Everyone was seated and bowed their heads to pray, Thankful for their heavenly surroundings and the outcome of the day. A presence filled the room, peace and love was all around. He stood with hands outstretched; on His head a golden crown. My Lord was standing there. |
