| Poems read at Robin’s grave by Pilar Papageorge |
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A Soul’s Soliloquy Today the journey is ended, I have worked out the mandates of fate; Naked, alone, undefended, I knock at the uttermost gate. Behind is life and its longing, its trial, it trouble, its sorrow; Beyond is the infinite morning of a day without a tomorrow. Go back to dust and decay, body grown weary and old; You are worthless to me from today- No longer my soul can you hold. I lay you down gladly forever for a life that is better than this; I go where partings ne’er sever you into oblivion’s abyss. Lo, the gate swings wide at my knocking, across endless reaches I see Lost friends with laughter come flocking to give a glad welcome to me. Farewell, the maze has been threaded, this is the ending of strife; Say not that death should be dreaded- ‘Tis but the beginning of life’. - Wenonah Stevens Abbott There is No Death There is a plan far greater than the plan you know; There is a landscape broader than the one you see. There is a haven where storm-tossed souls may go You call it death- we, immortality. You call it death-this seeming endless sleep; We call it birth- the soul at last set free. ‘Tis hampered not by time or space’ you weep. Why weep at death? ‘Tis immortality’. Farewell, dear voyageur- ‘twill not be long’. Your work is done- now peace rest with thee. Your kindly thoughts and deeds- they will live on. This is not death- ‘Tis immortality’. Farewell, dear voyageur- the river winds and turns; The cadence of your song wafts near to me, And now you know the thing that all men learn; There is no death- there’s immortality. - Anonymous |
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