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In Memoriam |
Teresa Wood, March 2005 |
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For years Mother has talked about a song which she remembers from long ago called “There is No Death” sung by John Charles Thomas. I have searched the internet and music stores and can not find it. However, I did at last find the poem on which it is based. I thought perhaps some of you might enjoy it. It is rather comforting in light of our recent losses. Nancy McGary4/22/2006 |
There is No DeathBy John McCreeryThere is no death. The stars go down to rise upon another shore And bright in heaven’s jeweled crown they shine forevermore.
There is no death. The forest leaves convert to life the viewless air; The rocks disorganize to feed the hungry moss they bear.
There is no death. The dust we tread shall change beneath the summer showers To golden grain or mellow fruit, or rainbow tinted flowers.
There is no death. The leaves may fall. The flowers may fade and pass away-- They only wait through wintry hours the warm, sweet breath of May. |
There is no death, although we grieve when beautiful familiar forms That we have learned to love are torn from our embracing arms. Although with bowed and breaking heart, with sable garb and silent tread We bear their senseless dust to rest, And say that they are dead--
They are not dead. They have but passed beyond the mists that blind us here, In the new and larger life of that serener sphere.
They have but dropped their robe of clay; to put a shining raiment on They have not wandered far away. They are not “lost” or “gone”.
Though unseen to the mortal eye they still are here and love us yet; The dear ones they have left behind they never do forget. |
Sometimes upon our fevered brow we feel their touch, a breath of balm Our spirit sees them, and our hearts grow comforted and calm.
Yes ,ever near us, though unseen, our dear, immortal spirits tread-- For all God’s boundless universe is Life There are no dead.
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