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Friends young and old, gentle and strong.
Whos heart was pure, and soul was white, lingered here.
He has gone to the shores of our fathers.
Forever to bathe in the stars above us...
To sleep in the curved arms in the moon, that illuminates our path when darkness has shed it's dark blood.
Do not weep, my dear friends. Not all tears are for endings.
For he has strayed out of the curse of pain and time.
No words by god nor friend will ease his passing...
Only the knowledge that we will all gain, in knowing he will be ok.
And that he is here. Living within every memory that burns within all of us.
Our tears will drip into the pond, and let us offer our tears to the moon.
They will cover the ground.
This will be our ceremony for the great white stag.
Our ceremony of passing...
We will find our dear Son of The Moon, whenever the snow flies...
Or when we see a distant friend.
When we fall upon a sleepless night, we will raise our heads to the sky, to find him watching over us.
His white fur, shimmering in the night.
His kind smile offering a prayer. And fellowship.
His life has burned a white path that shows what a pure heart can do.
And what all can do in this life.
His voice will call us.
And it is then, when we may see our friend face-to-face.
Then we will know.
We are free.
I cried again... _____ Meet
Meet Virgil
Meet Shakespeare
This is soo sad ='( You are
You are so good at these..
That was very touching.
Do not stand in the light and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at the Pond and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
It's by Mary Elizabeth Frye for those who are wondering.
This is....incredibly
Wudiin, doesn't deserve all these wonderful tributes. Wow.
It's just...I can't conjure up any words to describe it. <3
Though, I can easily say that this poem is surely wonderful, and I've read it over and over again, now.
Thank you for sharing such an amazing piece of literature.
P.S- Iaur- Oh jeeze, he's not that important. <3 <3
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This was too beautiful, Myst.
Lightcreator
What a lovely poem!
About the poem by Frye, that was send to me in memorial of my deceased dog. It's a very very beautiful and emotional poem. One of the best ever written!
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
I <3 this. Yorres,
Yorres, Lightbringer
shimmy -> Yeah yeah,