On May 12, 11:06=A0am, "(David P.)" <imb...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote: There
Is No Death <<
???
Most everyone has witnessed this ..
This is wrong ..
Death .. happens .. in .. I might add .. varying degrees of ..
violence.
Quite the poem ..
Are you a .. mystic .. ?
Is that what it's supposed to mean .. ?
Give us a bit of your background ..
Who loves ya.
Tom
Jesus Was A Vegetarian!
http://tinyurl.com/2r2nkh
Man Is A Herbivore!
http://tinyurl.com/a3cc3
DEAD PEOPLE WALKING
http://tinyurl.com/zk9fk
> Clutch Cargo <cca...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
> > euclidean geometer wrote:
> > > Ken-Jo <ken...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
>
> > >> What drives Xtians to post this tripe?
>
> > > Demonic possession.
>
> > That's ok. Pagans drive by eudaemonic possession.
>
> There Is No Death
>
> There is no death. The stars go down
> =A0 =A0To rise upon another shore,
> And bright in heaven's jeweled crown
> =A0 =A0They ****ne forevermore.
>
> There is no death. The forest leaves
> =A0 =A0Convert to life the viewless air;
> The rocks disorganize to feed
> =A0 =A0The hungry moss they bear.
>
> There is no death. The dust we tread
> =A0 =A0Shall change beneath the summer showers
> To golden grain or mellow fruit,
> =A0 =A0Or rainbow tinted flowers.
>
> There is no death. The leaves may fall,
> =A0 =A0The flowers may fade and pass away--
> They only wait through wintry hours
> =A0 =A0The warm, sweet breath of May.
>
> There is no death, although we grieve
> =A0 =A0When beautiful familiar forms
> That we have learned to love are torn
> =A0 =A0From our embracing arms.
>
> Although with bowed and breaking heart.
> =A0 =A0With sable garb and silent tread,
> We bear their senseless dust to rest,
> =A0 =A0And say that they are dead--
>
> They are not dead. They have but passed
> =A0 =A0Beyond the mists that blind us here,
> Into the new and larger life
> =A0 =A0Of that serener sphere.
>
> They have but dropped their robe of clay
> =A0 =A0To put a ****ning raiment on;
> They have not wandered far away,
> =A0 =A0They are not "lost" or "gone."
>
> Though unseen to the mortal eye,
> =A0 =A0They still are here and love us yet;
> The dear ones they have left behind
> =A0 =A0They never do forget.
>
> Sometimes upon our fevered brow
> =A0 =A0We feel their touch, a breath of balm:
> Our spirit sees them, and our hearts
> =A0 =A0Grow comforted and calm.
>
> Yes, ever near us, though unseen,
> =A0 =A0Our dear, immortal spirits tread--
> For all God's boundless Universe
> =A0 =A0Is Life--there are no dead.
>
> =A0-- John McCreery
> .
> .
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