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Something Beautiful Remains:

The tide recedes but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand,

The sun goes down, but gentle warmth still lingers on the land.

The music stops, yet echoes on in sweet refrains…

For every joy passes, something beautiful remains. (unknown)



I fall asleep in the full and certain hope
That my slumber shall not be broken;

And that, though I be all-forgetting,

Yet shall I not be all-forgotten,

But continue that life in the thoughts and deeds

Of those I have loved. (Samuel Butler)


Mystery of Life:

Before the sublime mystery of life and spirit,

the mystery of infinite space and endless time, we stand in reverent awe . . .

This much we know:

we are at least one phase of the immortality of life.

The mighty stream of life flows on, and, in this mighty stream,

we too flow on . . .

not lost . . . but each eternally significant.

For this I feel: The spirit never betrays the person who trusts it.

Physical life may be defeated but life goes on;

character survives,
goodness lives and love is immortal. (Robert G.Ingersoll)

Do not Stand at my Grave and Weep:

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die. (Mary Elizabeth Frye)

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