“Each morning we awaken to the light and the invitation to a new day in the world of time; each night we surrender to the dark to be taken to play in the world of dreams where time is no more. At birth we were awakened and emerged to become visible in the world. At death we will surrender again to the dark to become invisible. Awakening and surrender: they frame each day and each life; between them the journey where anything can happen, the beauty and the frailty.”
—John O’Donohue, “Beauty, the Invisible Embrace”
My friend, Mahadevi, brought the following poem to my attention.
“That which is alive hath known death,
and that which is dead can never die,
for in the Circle of the Spirit
life is naught and death is naught.
Yea, all things live forever,
though at times they sleep and are forgotten.”
—H. Rider Haggard, “She”
Several years ago, I made this into a comfort card in memory of my late husband, Don Langdon, on the anniversary of his death and new life…My friend, Lorraine, offered another poem in honor of my husband:
“Your love was like the dawn
Brightening over our lives,
Awakening beneath the dark
A further adventure of color…”