https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLCHXfkGOIw

Perhaps if we were to take apart grief as we unravel life  
one single moment unstitched pulled out of time
we'd begin to see that death is only a silent passage
and we need not bear the loss alone,    
The memories of our coverlet years of love
will drive us home *  
Perchance, mayhap, we can take it by the hand like a seer,  
"we were born to exist and disappear"  said the Mysticeer  
and I for one believe that death is the encoding of life;  
The silver threads of Mercy are weaved inside God's blanket
big enough to warm each widow, grieving parent, and child
As long as we love well, while we are still here,  
death cannot take away our loved ones, nor their time on earth.

In Love And Light, Your Mystic Rose