Aug 2014
By: James Zander Young, August 8, 2013
Life is in the details and quite moments of soft reflection that illuminate the spirit from within. When alas the pale moonlight sets upon our weary bones it’s the mundane and routine that will guide us through. Not the thrilling and fulfilling of earths pleasures that we measure our final treasures. Its the eyes upon us with hands outstretched and clenched tightly upon ones impending loss, the toes among us waiting for the final due, that soft caress of a families gaze made true, a cycle of life outlaid and played. With a final view of life great success upon us, the tears of sorrow upon their faces, at once we, he, and she is now at rest and can gently flow with a hearts full cup of love and peace to that which we know not.
Life is in the details and quite moments of soft reflection that illuminate the spirit from within. When alas the pale moonlight sets upon our weary bones it’s the mundane and routine that will guide us through. Not the thrilling and fulfilling of earths pleasures that we measure our final treasures. Its the eyes upon us with hands outstretched and clenched tightly upon ones impending loss, the toes among us waiting for the final due, that soft caress of a families gaze made true, a cycle of life outlaid and played. With a final view of life great success upon us, the tears of sorrow upon their faces, at once we, he, and she is now at rest and can gently flow with a hearts full cup of love and peace to that which we know not.
