Nature has its very own song and so
few of us ever take the time to listen to its notes. So, I have chosen a
place where I know the chords will be sweet and clear and I'll be welcomed
back to the earth were all life begins and all paths eventually cross
again. Please know your footsteps are certained to be recognized and when
they are, I will ask, as Emerson suggest, when two friends meet again,
after some time apart, what has come clearer to you my friend? I look
forward to hearing of all your struggles, and love - about your mother,
and children, and grandchildren, of your mercies and triumps. I hope to
hear how you lived each day to its fullest, always daring to stay true to
yourself. I listened to how you loved, and laughed, and cried, and played
and worked, and took delight in each sunrise, and gave thanks for every
star in the night sky. And that all your moments were as glorious as
saying goodbye to a new friend, or hello to an old, as glorious as
climbing to a mountain peak, or maybe even falling in love.
--Sam (Samantha) Lindsay - "PIKES PEACE"
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