This month has been hard, saying goodbye. This week has been hard. Two untimely deaths. Young people-that struggled with life.
This poem came across FB from Maurice Hagar, & it is a comfort to me.
Thank you, Evangeline Paterson.
I used to think--
loving life so greatly--
that to die would be
like leaving a party
before the end.
Now I know that the party
is really happening
somewhere else;
that the light and the music--
escaping in snatches
to make the pulse beat
and the tempo quicken--
come from a long way
away.
And I know too
that when I get there
the music will never
end.