Death is a gateway we all must pass through to reach that fair land where the soul's born anew, for man's born to die, and his sojourn on earth is a short span of years beginning with birth.
And like pilgrims we wander until Death takes our hand and we start on the journey to God's Promised Land, a place where we'll find no suffering or tears, where time is not counted in days, months, or years.
And in that fair city that God has prepared are unending joys to be happily shared with all of our loved ones who patiently wait on death's other side to open the gate.
Helen Steiner Rice
Helen Steiner Rice
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