Out beautiful time at home on the spinning earth is brief.
The old ones survive this dear world deeply fatigued from grief.
The wish to see our lost loved ones up in heaven aloft
Is a glorious wish carried with us in our true thoughts.
During the autumn most trees cast off their rich, flaming leaves.
In the majesty of flowering stories we believe.
Gayle Sweeney
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grief-60/
