From the Garden of the Prophet

I shall live beyond death, and I shall sing in your ears

Even after the vast sea-wave carries me back

To the vast sea-depth.

I shall sit at your board though without a body,

And I shall go with you to your fields, a spirit invisible.

I shall come to you at your fireside, a guest unseen.

Death changes nothing but the masks that cover our faces.

The woodsman shall be still a woodsman,

The ploughman, a ploughman,

And he who sang his song to the wind shall sing it also to

the moving spheres.

--Kahlil Gibran

Living MemorialAmy CunninghamJuly 19, 2017Before Death

If I Should Die

If I should die tomorrow, which I might
Even with spring so new and the wind blowing
Flowers up from the earth and the great white
Clouds piled over the mountains; even knowing
That I should die and all the things we share
Be stricken from my careful grasp forever
Stars and gold sunlight warm upon the hair,
Your smile and the moon dancing in the river,
If I should die tomorrow, do not weep,
For I could never rest hearing your sorrow.
Deeper than love of life, my love is deep
For you. And if my life should end tomorrow
Bravely I’d close my days, however few,
Knowing I left the best of them with you.

- Unknown

Living MemorialLovablyMay 2, 2017Before Death