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Thank you WayzataJOHNN. This beautiful piece was sent to me by yorkie:

“I often feel that death is not the enemy of life, but it's friend; for it
is the knowledge that our years are limited which makes them so precious.
It is the truth that time is but lent to us which makes us, at our best,
look upon our years as a trust handed into our temporary keeping.

We are like children privileged to spend a day in a great park, a park
filled with many gardens and playgrounds and azure tinted lakes with white
boats sailing upon the tranquil waves.

True, that day allotted to each of us is not the same in length, in light,
in beauty. Some children of earth are privileged to spend a long and
sunlit day in the garden of the earth. For others, the day is shorter,
cloudier, and dusk descends more quickly as in a winter's tale.

But whether our life is a long summery day or a shorter wintry afternoon,
we know that inevitably there are storms and squalls which overcast even
the bluest heaven and there are sunlit rays which pierce the darkest
autumn sky. The day that we are privileged to spend in this great park of
life is not the same for all human beings; but there is enough beauty and
joy and gaiety in the hours, if we will but treasure them.

Then, for each of us the moment comes when the great nurse, death, takes
us by the hand and quietly says, “It is time to go home. Night is coming.
It is your bedtime child of earth. Come; you're tired. Lie down at last in
the quiet nursery of nature and sleep.

Sleep well. The day is gone. Stars shine in the canopy of eternity.”

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Amen..very beautiful.

This is so beautiful....thank you for sharing!

Thank you fr the lovely poem, it is well done and so true.

may each day be a bit easier then the last,
each a touch softer as they come become past