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The Ship  I am standing on the shore as a great ship gently glides from  the harbor and sails toward the horizon. She is beautiful, sails  billowing; and shining bright as sunlight sparkling on distant  waters. She grows smaller and smaller until at last, her white sails  shine as ribbons out where the sky and water mingle as one. And as I watch, a voice behind me says, "Well, she's gone." She's gone. Gone? "No," I tell myself. No, she is not really gone.  Not really.  She is gone only in the sense that I can no longer  see her. In reality, she is the same as ever; just as beautiful;  just as shining. And deep in my heart I know, that on another shore someone is  crying out, "Look! Look everyone! Here she comes!!"  ~Author  Unknown
The Gift  We give our loved ones back to God and just as He first gave them to us and did not lose them in the giving, so we have not lost them in returning them to Him... For life is eternal, love is immortal, Death is only a horizon and a horizon is nothing but the limit of our Earthly sight.
Let Me Go When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me, I want no rites in the gloom filled room. Why cry for a soul set free. Miss me a little – but not too long and not with your head bowed low, Remember the love that we once shared Miss me – But let me go For this journey that we all must take and each must go alone, It's all a part of the Master's plan, a step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick of heart go to the friends we know, and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds. Miss Me – But Let Me Go…
           I Cannot Make It On My Own I come to You, my Father, so grateful You are here When the times seem so unbearable, yet I cannot shed a tear. The pain runs deep and lingers, so near and yet so far And my one and only comfort is to come to where You are. My only son was buried a year ago this day, I do not understand it; I don't want to hurt this way. I come to You so boldly, for I know You know my pain. I lean on You, for it's Your strength that helps me to sustain. Tell me please, my Father, as Your son died that day, Did You turn Your face in anguish- is that why You looked away? My son is all around me, yet he's nowhere to be found For memories linger everywhere, but he is not around. I know he walks in meadows far beyond what I could dream, A place where all the earthy cares give way to things serene. His heart's no longer heavy with a weight to large to bear, And now, at last, he finally knows how much we really care. And so I've come to ask of You, this prayer that fills my heart, As holidays approach this year and merriment seems tart. Father, walk me day by day, to that place we'll meet again, For I cannot make it on my own, I need to hold Your hand.             © Louise Wirick        November 1999
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