Under the Mercy
Our beloved daughter,
whom we love but see no longer
Sister, farewell for ever, and again
Farewell, sweet sister, parted all in tears.
(Alfredd, Lord Tennyson)
If now you saw me you would say:
Where is the face I used to love?
And I would answer: Gone before;
It tarries veiled in Paradise.
(Christina Georgina Rossetti)
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
(Kahlil Gibran)
Blessed are the Merciful for they shall obtain Mercy.
Our beloved daughter,
whom we love but see no longer
Sister, farewell for ever, and again
Farewell, sweet sister, parted all in tears.
(Alfredd, Lord Tennyson)
If now you saw me you would say:
Where is the face I used to love?
And I would answer: Gone before;
It tarries veiled in Paradise.
(Christina Georgina Rossetti)
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
(Kahlil Gibran)
Blessed are the Merciful for they shall obtain Mercy.
Under the Mercy
Our beloved daughter,
whom we love but see no longer
Sister, farewell for ever, and again
Farewell, sweet sister, parted all in tears.
(Alfredd, Lord Tennyson)
If now you saw me you would say:
Where is the face I used to love?
And I would answer: Gone before;
It tarries veiled in Paradise.
(Christina Georgina Rossetti)
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
(Kahlil Gibran)
Blessed are the Merciful for they shall obtain Mercy.
Our beloved daughter,
whom we love but see no longer
Sister, farewell for ever, and again
Farewell, sweet sister, parted all in tears.
(Alfredd, Lord Tennyson)
If now you saw me you would say:
Where is the face I used to love?
And I would answer: Gone before;
It tarries veiled in Paradise.
(Christina Georgina Rossetti)
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
(Kahlil Gibran)
Blessed are the Merciful for they shall obtain Mercy.
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"ELAINE TILTON
1952 ---- 1986"
