By Emily Dickinson She died, —this was the way she died; And when her breath was done, Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little figure at the gate The angels must have spied, Since I could never find her Upon the mortal side.

Hush my darlings, hush be still I had to leave you it was God’s will Hush my darlings do not cry For I am standing here right by I have not gone for good you see I am always right here and join for tea But alas you cannot see me and all that I […]

By 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 […]