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Life comes from the earth. We are loved and gently return. |
| A fading rose, edges crinkled fragrance delicate so softly wrinkled A promise to fulfill once again, as before a sacred treasure part of our earth This is how we die simply a letting go back to where we all belong A fading rose worn and wise aged beautifully sublime on the inside Petals fall gently perfume faint, light subtly changing from bold and bright A promise to fulfill once again, as before a sacred treasure part of our earth we are born, we blossom we love and are beloved blissfully we meet our end when life is possible no more By Kathie Stehr Dedicated to my Dad's memory, his ashes are scattered beneath the beautiful rose bushes of a lovely old church. |
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