Wednesday, January 25, 2006
When a new soul is born into this world, the baby cries and everyone rejoices. However, when the soul leaves this earth, the soul rejoices and everyone else cries.
Death is a new beginning it's not the end. It's the realm where we cross over from being a mortal to an immortal.
"When as a child I laughed and wept, Time crept.
When as a youth I waxed more bold, Time strolled.
When I became a full-grown man, Time RAN.
When older still I daily grew, Time FLEW.
Soon I shall find, in passing on, Time gone."
Poem from the front of the clock case in the North Transept of Chester Cathedral, attributed to H. Twells (1823-1900).
7:11 AM
