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The Faint Dawn

As the faint dawn crept upwards, grey and dim,
He saw her move across the past to him --
Her eyes as they had looked in long-gone years,
Tender with love, and soft with thoughts of tears.
Her hands, outstretched as if in wonderment,
Nestled in his, and rested there, content.

“Dear Wife,” he whispered, “what glad dream is this?
I feel your clasp -- your long remembered kiss
Touches my lips, as when you used to creep
Into my heart; and yet, this is not sleep --
Is it some vision, that with night will fly?”

“Nay, dear,” she answered, “it is really I.”

“Dear heart, it is you I know,
But I knew not the dead could meet us so,
Bodied as we are -- see, how like we stand!”

“Like,” she replied, “in form, and face, and hand.”

Silent awhile, he held her to his breast,
As if afraid to try the further test.
Then, speaking quickly, “Must you go away?”

“Husband,” she murmured, “neither night nor day!”

Close to her then she drew his head.
Trembling, “I do not understand,” he said.
“I thought the spirit world was far apart ....”

“Nay,” she replied, “it is not now, dear heart!
Quick, hold fast my hand, lean on me .... so ....
Cling to me dear, ‘tis but a step to go ....”


The white-faced watchers rose beside the bed;
“Shut out the day,” they sighed,
“Our friend is dead.”

by Arthur Hill, 1933

Death Is Nothing At All

Death is nothing at all --
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, and you are you --
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
Put no difference into our tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes 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 effort, without the ghost of a shadow on it.

Life means all it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was;
There is absolutely 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 waiting for you for an interval,
Somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well.

Author Unknown

Love Song

I feel your Spirit throb in everything I touch
(like a heartbeat, like a pulse)
slow and steady and strong.
Sustaining the universe.

I inhale you in every breath I breathe.
Even pollution cannot block your sweetness.
It strengthens me and gives me courage to go on.

My eyes behold the beauty of your work.
Bare tree limbs edging lace upon the sky.
Your stars so bright; your moon so gentle.
All nature existing in harmony - according to your plan.

Then, outward - past the stars - I sense your vastness.
And inward - the atom (mini-universe) confesses your power.
Macrocosm and microcosm - together at last.
Crossed in humanity, united by your Love.

I hear your voice speak through the mouths of others,
words of love, forgiveness and of healing.
Many voices, many tones, a figure ...
But still I hear your voice - theme behind melody.

And still I seek to see your holy face.
And know the precious glory of your shining.
While now I can see and sense, taste, hear and smell,
then my soul will know you in our wholeness.

Author Unknown


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