November 9, 2006

Post 100 - Woot.

Weep not for me though I am gone;

into that gentle night.

Grieve if you will but not for long,

upon my soul's sweet flight.

I am at peace, my soul's at rest.

There is no need for tears.

For with your love I was blessed;

for all those many years.

There is no pain, I suffer not,

The fear now all is gone.

Put now these things out of your thoughts.

In your memory I live on.

Remember not my fight for breath;

remember not the strife.

Please do not dwell upon my death,

but celebrate my life.