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We never thought when we awoke that morning the sorrow the day would bring. The blow was sudden, the shock severe, to part with one we loved so dear. We cannot keep from wondering, why our love one had to die, and in our sad and troubled hearts, we keep asking why. The reason is hidden somewhere in the pattern God has planned. We must believe and trust in God and someday, we will understand. We miss you now, our hears are sore. As time goes by we'll miss you more. Your loving smile, your gentle face, noone can fill your vacant place. |
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| I never saw a Moor- I never saw a Moor- I never saw the Sea- Yet know I how the Heather looks And what a Billow be. I never spoke with God Nor visited in Heaven- Yet certain am I of the spot As if the Checks were given- Emily Dickinson |
| I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading-treading-till it seemed That sense was breaking through- And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum- Kept beating-beating-till i thought My Mind was going numb- And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of Lead, again, Then Space-began to toll, As all the Heavens were a Bell, And Being, but an Ear, And I, and Silence, some strange Race Wrecked, solitart, here- And then a Plank in Reason, broke, And I dropped down, and down- And hit a World, at every plunge And Finished knowing-then- -Emily Dickinson |
| "Hope" is the thing with feathers- "Hope" is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tune without the words- And never stops-at all- And sweetest-in the gail-is heard- And sore must be the storm- That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm- I've heard it in the chillest lands- And on the strangest Sea- Yet, never, is Extremity, It asked a crumb-of Me. -Emily Dickinsom |
| The Bustle in a House The Bustle in a House The Morning after Death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon Earth- The Sweeping up the Heart And putting Love away We shall not want to use again Until Eternity. -Emily Dickinson |
| Many people will walk in and out of your life, But only true friends will leave footprints in your heart. To handle yourself, use your heard, To handle others, use your heart. Anger is only one letter short of Danger. If he betrays you once, it is his fault; If he betrays you twice, it is your fault. Great minds discuss ideas; Average minds discuss events; Small minds discuss people. He who loses money, loses much; He who loses a friend, loses much more; He loses faith, loses all. Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, Beautiful old people are works of art. Learn from the mistakes of others. You can't live lond enough to make them all yourself. Friends, you and me... You brought another friend...And then there were three... We started our group...Our circle of friends. And like that circle... There is no beginning or end... Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift. -Eleanor Roosevelt- |
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| When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die, you're the one smiling and everyone around you is crying. |
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| Written with a pen Sealed with a kiss If you are my friend Please answer this: Are we friends or are we not? you told me once, but i forgot. So tell me now and tell me true, So i can say, I am here for you. Of all the friends i've ever met, You're the one I won't forget. And if i die before you do, I'll go to heaven, And wait for you. |
| It is He who is Nature On the mind is this question In my thoughts lay this query With belief and prayer i hope to see But in the heart will it be clear to thee It lines the oceans; the fertile plains It covers the sky; forever it remains It buries itself deep within the ground It lies within all and within all without sound It fills one with complete despair It makes one without a care It brings the happiness of day; darkness of night When it brings anger, it's a terrifying sight It is he who brought the oceans and made the land It is he who brought this nature to man It is the way of existence, that is clear to me It is he who i seek to guide and cherish me It is he who will not neglect us It is he who will guide and protect us If our work be done and set his mind should be We shall return to he With the leaving of this world we shall see The divine light guiding us to he Forever to rest, for all eternity As calm as can be, awaiting he It is the body to not return to he It shall return to nature It shall continue to be A part of this world, created by he In loving memory of Hans William Hinkle By Thomas James Beekman 01.31.01 |
| My Dear Lost Friend by Kandice Teutsch He was such an angle from heaven with a hearth that burst with joy and love, He was always smiling a smile as big as the world 'round us, He was always spreading and showing his love for Jesus Christ, Why, why, why did he have to go? He shared his sence of humor to all those around him, He shared his love with arms that could hug the world and heavens combined, He shared his heart and soul, to al of us who grew to love him, Why, why, why did he have to go? He has brought us all together to grieve, no matter the differences in skin, beliefs, age, or sex He has come to us with his amasing spirit to comfort us like a mother does their child, He has left us so many memories, thoughts and feelings to cherish and remember like a kid does their childhood, Why, why, why did he have to go? He is needed in another place, a happy place filled with love joy and no pain He is watching and listening to everyone and everything, making sure we're all okay and safe He is still with us in our hearts and our music and will always be there - never to be forgotten Dedicated to Hans Hinkle (1983-2001) |