Each of us will pass on his or her day and those that pass are always just a thought away.
In those days of confusion, not so long ago, our distant relatives gathered to watch the river flow. Their eyes attracted by the gentle eddy flow. Their minds attracted by the preachers gentle flow. Some were filled with anger and it could only grow, while some were filled with love extending its soothing flow. Now the dearly departed rests in gentle repose, and dirt covers the sins while the river onward ever flows.
Written May 10, 2004
July 13, 2004