Friday, March 9, 2012

I received a card: Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark. R. Jagore.

The tide recedes, but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down, but the gentle warmth still lingers on the land.
The music stops and yet it echoes on in sweet refrain.
For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains.
Poet unknown.

That about sums it up, huh.

1 comment:

  1. When Pat B. was diagnosed with cancer she sent me a card with the Buddist quote, "The barn has burned down. Now I can see the moon." It has stuck with me so much and seems fitting in your situation, too.