ON THE DEATH of the BELOVED (in full ) By John O'Donohue                     

Though we need to weep your loss,
You dwell in that safe place in our hearts,
Where no storm or night or pain can reach you.

Your love was like the dawn
Brightening over our lives
Awakening beneath the dark
A further adventure of colour.

The sound of your voice
Found for us
A new music
That brightened everything.

Whatever you enfolded in your gaze
Quickened in the joy of its being;
You placed smiles like flowers
On the altar of the heart.
Your mind always sparkled
With wonder at things.

Though your days here were brief,
Your spirit was live, awake, complete.

We look towards each other no longer
From the old distance of our names;
Now you dwell inside the rhythm of breath,
As close to us as we are to ourselves.

Though we cannot see you with outward eyes,
We know our soul's gaze is upon your face,
Smiling back at us from within everything
To which we bring our best refinement.

Let us not look for you only in memory,
Where we would grow lonely without you.
You would want us to find you in presence,
Beside us when beauty brightens,
When kindness glows
And music echoes eternal tones.

When orchids brighten the earth,
Darkest winter has turned to spring;
May this dark grief flower with hope
In every heart that loves you.

May you continue to inspire us:

To enter each day with a generous heart.
To serve the call of courage and love
Until we see your beautiful face again
In that land where there is no more separation,
Where all tears will be wiped from our mind,
And where we will never lose you again.

                                                                                              Poem written by Mary Elizabeth Frye    1932                                             








                                                         ( Albert Einstein with his friend Rabindranath Tagore, poet Laureate of India 1940)

by Rabendranath Tagore (1861-1941)
O Thou the last fulfillment of Life,
Death,my death, come and whisper to me!
Day after Day I have kept watch for thee:
For thee have I borne the joys and pangs of Life.
All that I am , that I have, that I hope and all my LOVE
Have ever flowed towards thee in depth of secrecy.
One final glance from thine eyes
And my life will be ever Thine own.
The flowers have been woven 
and the garland is ready for the bridegroom.
After the wedding the bride shall leave her home 
and meet her Lord alone in the solitude of night. 



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