Here, a million wounded souls are yearning just to touch you and be healed; Gather all your people, and hold them to your heart. We remember how you loved us to your death, and still we celebrate, for you are with us here; And we believe that we will see you when you come, in […]

I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea. The setting sun tinted his white sails with a golden light, and as he disappeared from sight, a voice at my side whispered, “She is gone.” But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered […]

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.