-Excerpts from William Blake's "Auguries of Innocence"-
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
The Prince's Robes & Beggars' Rags
Are Toadstools on the Miser's Bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for Joy & Woe;
And when this we rightly know
Thro' the World we safely go.
Joy & Woe are woven fine,
A Clothing for the Soul divine;
Under every grief & pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Every Morn & every Night
Some are Born to sweet Delight.
Some are Born to sweet Delight,
Some are born to Endless Night.
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro' the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to Perish in a Night
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light.
God Appears & God is Light
To those poor Souls who dwell in the Night,
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day. "
-Original Poem by Paul R Fletcher-
You dwell no more in our waking sight
But from beyond the veil shine a guiding light.
Upon our path to show the way
So we can meet again someday.
Though waves of grief now crash on our hearts,
And sorrow stabs us like many sharpened darts.
The pain of your loss cuts as broken glass,
But this time of mourning soon shall pass.
These hurts though grievous in time will subside,
And all these tears wept will soon have dried.
Our heartache will vanish like smoke out a flue,
But stay in our hearts forever like a splinter it's true.
So with my final words here only this will I say
No more shall I grieve for you after this day
From this moment forward I'll not mourn your death
But celebrate your life with my every breath.
Eheu fugaces . labuntur anni.
Corpora lente augescent cito extinguuntur.
Abit ad maiores.
Memento mori.
