Re: why does God allow disease etc.On May 12, 11:06 am, "(David P.)" <imb...@mindspring,com > wrote: There
Is No Death <<
???
Most everyone has witnessed this ..
This is wrong ..
Death .. happens .. in .. I might add .. varying degrees of ..
violence.
Quite the poem ..
Are you a .. mystic .. ?
Is that what it's supposed to mean .. ?
Give us a bit of your background ..
Who loves ya.
Tom
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> Clutch Cargo <cca...@cfl.rr,com > wrote:
> > euclidean geometer wrote:
> > > Ken-Jo <ken...@excite,com > wrote:
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> > >> What drives Xtians to post this tripe?
>
> > > Demonic possession.
>
> > That's ok. Pagans drive by eudaemonic possession.
>
> There Is No Death
>
> There is no death. The stars go down
> To rise upon another shore,
> And bright in heaven's jeweled crown
> They shine forevermore.
>
> There is no death. The forest leaves
> Convert to life the viewless air;
> The rocks disorganize to feed
> The hungry moss they bear.
>
> There is no death. The dust we tread
> Shall change beneath the summer showers
> To golden grain or mellow fruit,
> Or rainbow tinted flowers.
>
> There is no death. The leaves may fall,
> The flowers may fade and pass away--
> They only wait through wintry hours
> The warm, sweet breath of May.
>
> There is no death, although we grieve
> When beautiful familiar forms
> That we have learned to love are torn
> From our embracing arms.
>
> Although with bowed and breaking heart.
> With sable garb and silent tread,
> We bear their senseless dust to rest,
> And say that they are dead--
>
> They are not dead. They have but passed
> Beyond the mists that blind us here,
> Into the new and larger life
> Of that serener sphere.
>
> They have but dropped their robe of clay
> To put a shining raiment on;
> They have not wandered far away,
> They are not "lost" or "gone."
>
> Though unseen to the mortal eye,
> They still are here and love us yet;
> The dear ones they have left behind
> They never do forget.
>
> Sometimes upon our fevered brow
> We feel their touch, a breath of balm:
> Our spirit sees them, and our hearts
> Grow comforted and calm.
>
> Yes, ever near us, though unseen,
> Our dear, immortal spirits tread--
> For all God's boundless Universe
> Is Life--there are no dead.
>
> -- John McCreery
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