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Monday, June 13, 2005
12:31 AM
haha this has been seen once on my blog before but i think its 'worthy' enough to be published on my blog again haha anyway it's something to add colour to my blog, haha hope i'll be updating soon. so ladies and gentle men i present to you a little something from the smoke jumper:
If I be the first of us to die,
Let grief not blacken long your sky.
Be bold yet modest in your grieving.
There is a change but not a leaving.
For just as death is part of life,
The dead live on forever in the living.
And all the gathered riches of our journey,
The moments shared, the mysteries explored,
The steady layering of intimacy stored,
The things that made us laugh or weep or sing,
The joy of sunlit snow or first unfurling of the spring,
The wordless language of look and touch,
The knowing,
Each giving and taking,
These are not flowers that fade,
Nor trees that fall and crumble,
Nor are they stone,
For even stone cannot the wind and rain withstand
And mighty mountain peaks in time reduce to sand.
What we were, we are
What we had, we have
A conjoined past imperishably present.
So when you walk the woods where once we walked
together
And scan in vain the dappled bank beside you for my
shadow,
Or pause where we always did upon the hill to gaze
across the land,
And spotting something, reach by habit for my hand,
And finding none, feel sorrow start to steal upon you,
Be still.
Close your eyes.
Breathe.
Listen for my football in your heart.
I am not gone but merely walk within you.
*a little update before u leave and return after like a thousand years hmm.. life's been a little dull and down but everytime before I hit the mud someone picks me up, it's like he's keeping an eye out for me although i deserve to bite the dust, which sometimes he allows it to happen to remind and teach a well-deserved lesson. haha all in all it's been a bitter-sweet experience, hope i'm learning from it haha.oh, church camp's at Awana, totally stoked!!