Mourn not with a broken heart when friends and dear ones go.
For you the night of loneliness
For them the morning glow
For you the daily burden of the years that are to be
For them a new adventure in a world you cannot see
Sorrow has it's season. Nothing lasts,not even grief.
Every winter has it's ending - then the greening leaf
One day you will wake and say that time has eased the pain.
That is how God's mercy works
Spring always comes again.
(Anonymous)
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