In Memory Poem
Nothing ever really dies that is not born anew -
The miracles of nature all tell us this is true.
The flowers sleeping peacefully beneath the winter's snow
Awaken to the sunshine's warmth
when spring winds start to blow,
All all around on every side,
new life and joy appear
To tell us nothing ever dies
and we should have no fear.
For death is just a detour
along life's winding way
That leads God's chosen children
to a bright and glorious day.
HELEN STEINER RICE |
