Thoughts of a funeral-goer

Charles Cowling

 

Peace, My Heart

Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.

Rabindranath Tagore, Bengali poet and philosopher (1861 – 1941)

 

2 thoughts on “Thoughts of a funeral-goer

  1. Charles Cowling
    Belinda

    Thank you for sharing this reading. I agree with Evelyn – it’s beautiful.


    Charles Cowling
  2. Charles Cowling
    Evelyn

    Lyra, what a beautiful piece of writing… thank you.


    Charles Cowling

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