For the families, friends and loved ones of Lauryn, Shanna, and Steve, I am sharing the words of this poem. I hope you can find some comfort and solace in them...
There’s heaven above, and night by night
I look right through its gorgeous roof
No suns and moons though e’er so bright
Avail to stop me; splendour proof
I keep the brood of stars aloof
For I intend to get to God,
For ‘tis to God I speed so fast,
For in God’s breast, my own abode,
Those shoals of dazzling glory past,
I lay my spirit down at last.
Robert Browning
Saturday, December 5, 2009
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