Perhaps they are not the stars,
but rather openings in Heaven
where the love of our lost ones
pours through and shines down upon us
to let us know they are happy.
- Eskimo Legend
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About Me
- Mountain Poet
- Base of Pikes Peak, Colorado, United States
- Poet, computer geek, and all around wise woman.
I look at life as a gift of God.
ReplyDeleteNow that he wants it back
I have no right to complain.
- Joyce Cary , English Author
We are all ships returning home
ReplyDeleteladen with life's experience,
memories of work, good times and sorrows,
each with his special cargo;
And it is our common lot
to show the marks of the voyage,
here a shattered prow,
there a patched rigging,
and every hulk turned black
by the unceasing batter
of the restless wave.
May we be thankful
for fair weather and smooth seas,
and in times of storm
have the courage and patience
that mark every good mariner;
And, overall, may we have
the cheering hope of joyful meetings,
as our ship at last drops anchor
in the still water of the eternal harbor.
- Max Ehrmann, American Poet
Death is not extinguishing the light;
ReplyDeleteit is putting out the lamp
because the dawn has come.
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- Rabindranath Tagore -
Poet, Philosopher, Nobel Laureate
To My Beloved Brother Greg Alan...
ReplyDelete"Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away
into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life
that we lived
so fondly together
is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other,
that we are still.
Call me by the old
familiar name.
Speak of me
in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air
of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes
that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me,
pray for me.
Let my name be
ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken
without an effort,
without the ghost
of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute
and unbroken continuity.
What is this death
but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you,
for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well."
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- Henry Scott Holland