Grandma is at God’s Celestial Shore

I’ll Fly Away
Some glad morning when this life is o’er,
I’ll fly away.

To a home on God’s celestial shore,
I’ll fly away.

I’ll fly away, O Glory, I’ll fly away.

When I die, Hallelujah, bye and bye,
I’ll fly away.

When the shadows of this life have flown,
I’ll fly away.

Like a bird thrown, driven by the storm,
I’ll fly away.

I’ll fly away, O Glory, I’ll fly away.
When I die, Hallelujah, bye and bye,
I’ll fly away.

Just a few more weary days and then,
I’ll fly away.

To a land where joy shall never end,
I’ll fly away.

I’ll fly away, O Glory,
I’ll fly away.

When I die, Hallelujah, bye and bye,
I’ll fly away.

You’ll be missed here on this Earth, but, now you’re with the Angels.  We’ll be with you, too, one fine day.  It’s a sad moment for those of us left behind. I’ll miss you Grandma.  You were  in so much pain, though. It was better to pass on than to have continued to suffer. Now, there is no pain for you.   You can be with Aunt Lola and Les and Aunt Hope and Aunt Helen and Uncle Michael and all of the people you loved and lost in this life.  You missed them all. Now, no more. Now, it is for us to miss you. You’re free from pain at last.  Keep an eye out for us.  We’ll all need you from time to time.  It’ll be nice to know that, occasionally, you’ll be looking down on us from the Heavens.
With Love, David
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

On Death ~ Khalil Gibran

P.S.  Give a Hug to Les and Aunt Lola and everyone else for me.

3 comments on “Grandma is at God’s Celestial Shore

  1. On Death

    ~ Kahlil Gibran

    You would know the secret of death.
    But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
    The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
    If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
    For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

    In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
    And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
    Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
    Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
    Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
    Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

    For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
    And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

    Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
    And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
    And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

  2. from a Friend

    Do not stand at my grave and weep,
    I am not there; I do not sleep.
    I am a thousand winds that blow,
    I am the diamond glints on snow,
    I am the sun on ripened grain,
    I am the gentle autumn rain.
    When you awaken in the morning’s hush
    I am the swift uplifting rush
    Of quiet birds in circling flight.
    I am the soft star-shine at night.
    Do not stand at my grave and cry,
    I am not there; I did not die.

    ~ Mary Elizabeth Frye.

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