Friday, December 4, 2009

He is not dead





I cannot say, and I will not say
That he is dead.  He is just away.
With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,
He has wandered into an unknown land
And left us dreaming how very fair
It needs must be, since he lingers there.
And you --- oh, you, who the wildest yearn
For an old time step, and the glad return,
Think of him faring on, as dear
In the love of There as the love of Here.
Think of him still as the same.  I say,
He is not dead --- he is just away.

 by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY


O death, where is they sting?
O grave, where is thy victory?
The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law.
But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through
our Lord Jesus Christ
~ 1 Corinthians 15: 55-57